#071013

[lt91arch]

[lt91arch]

[lt91arch]

[neydiano]

Tadi nya aku berfikir betapa hampa nya aku tanpamu. Tapi melepasmu jauh lebih melegakan hati ku. Karena ku tau bahagia mu bukan dengan ku.

Dian Ratnasari

[juniel-jju]

071013 Heechul & Junhee [Threading Loopholes]

"Good morning, June."

It was a plain greeting, really. However, its simplicity and artlessness was one that had the ability of a lethal weapon. It had the capability to kill things unreachable by physical means. The brunette easily woke up upon hearing her particular nickname, and she gulped hard before staring darkly at the figure that casually lingered by the brown wardrobe. “I left you in that field on that day, mister,” she quietly reasoned, sitting upright on the loft bed. “Don’t come back to me. Don’t haunt me.” The male specter then smiled in the most unnerving manner; one that resembled a mocking smirk. His fingers easily glided over the pale walls of the dormitory’s bedroom before they halted in their progress abruptly. “Oh June,” uttered the revenant unkindly. “Is that how you intend to treat your poor best friend?”

Angered, the brunette grabbed hold of her pillow and began making her way down the wooden stairs that accompanied the bed frame. The moment her feet touched the tiles, she turned on her stockinged heel to face him squarely. “He’s gone, okay?” admitted Junhee with a tinge of bitterness in her voice. “So don’t do this to me.” Her eyes flickered to meet his transparent ones to suddenly realize that they were only inches apart. Though she never favoured such proximity, the female student couldn’t care about some apparition who insistently beset her mind. His lips fleered back. “Get real — you’re doing this to yourself,” he laughed, and the twenty year old hurled the pillow she was holding at him. It hit the wall briefly before landing limply on the ground.

She supposed that he did have a point. Was she trying to be more daft than she already was by throwing some cloth bag at a ghost? In the midst of the freshman’s deep thinking, the male casually appeared over her shoulder. “Tell me that you enjoy this pain of yours that you’re trying to hide,” he jeered, and Junhee merely yelled at it. Yes, it. There was no way this distortion of the best friend she once had would even be referred as a humane thing. It was the form of a horrible, horrible lie that she would rather die than to believe in. Thankfully, the apparition vanished but the female knew that it would be back to taunt her once again before she saw nightfall. Her chocolate eyes glanced at her wristwatch that displayed it to be eight in the morning, and sighed. Nevertheless, the brunette dressed well enough to leave her dormitory without feeling too unsettled by the way she woke up.

Of course, the feeling remained like a permanent resident in the corner of her breaking heart. Her best friend had disappeared and left no traces behind for the authorities to search him out at all. The investigations were done and nothing useful came up, which brought to the false burial of an empty coffin which would carry his name. It was almost like a game so sick, played by psychopathic people but Junhee knew that it wasn’t like that at all. When memories can no longer be associated with a being, the next best option would be to leave it to die. Cruel and painful as it was, that did happen. Then the strange transparent being appeared that one cold night. At first it was pleasant and so much more than she could have ever expected, but it became an evil form of hallucination when she tried to move on.

They say that the devils like to bother with the ones who are spectacular or breaking out from something. Now then, the twenty year old student had not even the mood to deny. Upon reaching Jeonjin Cafe, the brunette almost seemed to tap into an automatic way of expressing herself. The aforementioned girl easily ordered a cup of coffee and took a table by the large windows. Her eyes scanned the world outside, hoping that anything, just anything, would keep her mind off the inner darkness that was gnawing away at her. Just anything that wouldn’t remind the frosh of the irreplaceable losses that ruptured a fragment of her.

[juniel-jju]

☱~

The following entry is dated August 24th, 2013.

I suppose, well, even a stranger would know that I never intend to pry into people’s private business. I mean, I am one who would be perpetually curious at heart but I’m not a person that would break my personal codes and laws to satisfy my desire or something.

… Okay, okay. I sort of overheard something. But won’t you at least let me explain my abrupt situation.

Why am I even trying to convince the truth to a non-existent audience. Ahem, but anyway.

I was just enjoying a drink at Jeonjin Cafe when an unexpected, blunt confession reached my ears. Seriously. There was a student who merely mentioned to a young waitress who was working her shift these three things which were 1. you’re pretty, then 2. I love you, and lastly 3. I’m your admirer. Perhaps the order in which the person chose to say them were a little strange, but that’s alright. I mean, I don’t think I was supposed to hear them either.

The girl was Choi Sulli, and she held this look of surprise on her face when I glanced inconspicuously at her. She was obviously startled, but what definitely puzzled me was the fact that she asked for the other’s name. Didn’t the person just confess to her a few moments ago?

Then I realized, with alarming clarity, that the said student was quick at disappearing, and that I only caught a glimpse of a something that could be classified as a mask. … Looks like someone was still caught in the whole masquerade thing, maybe. Perhaps Sulli would have still been shocked and frozen in her spot, if only work did not call for her.

Hmm. I guess she isn’t going to be the only mysterious one around here…