It’s a silent cry escaping the female’s lips, quiet in volume but piercing the silence, causing her heart to almost skip a beat. She sits up instantly, covering her ears, her chest heaving up and down with a thick swallow following. Digits twitch against the side of her head with a shiver running down her spine. It’s the same image constantly bothering her sleep.
“Unnie...” She whispers as soon as she steps into the eldest’s room. Golden hues seem to brighten in the faint star light reflecting in big orbs, yet it’s barely a sign of the tears threatening to cascade down her cheeks. Seulgi isn’t even sure if her sister heard her, yet the mess in her head leaves her almost breathless. Hurrying closer, she sneaks under the covers, skinny arms curling around the Firework’s waist, head burrying in her neck. “It’s him again...”