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eunsong always has the oddest of looks on her face when she reads. she seems focused at the same time as she’s somewhere completely else. it might just be that she’s always so engulfed in her books that they take her to another place, but it never fails to make him look up from his own book. it’s always like this, they sit in silence by the same table, reading vastly different literature. whenever eunsong reads fiction, he happens to be reading nonfiction. it’s not meant for them to be quiet, but they’re both easily distracted by books, itching to reach out for the specific smell of turning pages in a new copy.
they haven’t known each other for that long, yet the absence of conversation between them from time to time doesn’t seem to make anyone uncomfortable, more so the opposite. it feels natural.
sitting on the edge of his seat, saebyeok dreams of being in another place. more specificallyhome. back in lyon. that is, until his daydreaming is disturbed by the gentleness of her voice, just ever so slightly tickling his cheek awake. his eyes turn back to her as he listens, and again it takes him a while to come up with an answer, which in the end becomes as vague and generic as possible. “unfamiliarity scares the average human. probably some kind of deeply rooted primal instinct.” he shrugs, decides to leave it at that until she explains more. “why?” the question has him close what i talk about when i talk about running by haruki murakami. it’s not to the point that he’s inclined to start running on a regular basis himself, but it applies to other parts of his life. the thought is stripped from his frontal lobe nonetheless when her voice reaches him.
“is there something i should know?”
Some quotes stuck with her. They were words that described events that she had never thought of before, or words that put said situations in more eloquent terms than she could herself. Such quotes brought her out of the world that the pages envisioned in her head. No longer was Eunseong gazing at the cityscape of Tokyo in the 1960s. She was once again staring at words of a page.
The blonde was brought out of her blank staring at the black and white on his page through his words, the sound invading her ears bringing her back to the male reading with her at the table. it made her aware that she had actually said the quote aloud instead of silently mouthing the words. The girl opened her mouth to apologize for disturbing his reading, but stopped before the phrase escaped her lips. It was a first step in breaking that awful habit of hers.
“The words reminded me of something from my memories. Gave me some insight about it I guess. Something I didn’t think of before.”
