waves don’t die (let me crash here for the moment)
suji can hear the glass of her window rattling in its frame. the curtains have already been pulled shut and now she sits in a sea of pillows, blanket pulled all the way up to her chin. her hands are shaking -- her whole body is shaking -- and they jostle the earphones out of her ears constantly. the thunder is booming, loud enough that it feels like the whole house is shaking and about to collapse. she’s already turned up her music as loud as she can tolerate, but it’s not enough; she can still hear everything.
her sketchbook lies open at her blanketed feet, but suji can’t find it in herself to pick up her pencil to draw anything. she knows it’ll distract her from the storm, but her hand just can’t seem to still enough for her to draw a straight line.
there couldn’t have been a worse time for her family to not be home. it’s been almost two hours since she’d finished facetiming her dad, and just about three since she last talked to either of her brothers. by now it’s become routine for her to be the only one home, her dad always away on business, her brothers always opting to stay over at someone else’s house for the night, and while suji wouldn’t usually mind it, today, she does.
the thunder is so loud it’s almost as if the storm is happening right there in her own room. suji whimpers and presses the palms of her hand firmer against her ears, tears rolling down her cheeks as she muffles her sobs against her blanket.
march ‘17 -- @acasuga