And Then It Ended || Solo
Well Christmas was fun for about two seconds. Jiyong huddled deep into his oversized coat, his scarf wrapping around his neck and face, keeping him warm but also grossly humid. He walked through the park slowly, each step carrying a thousand thoughts, a thousand memories-- all of them screaming and crying to be forgotten. What he wouldn't do for some soju or whiskey right now.
Christmas night, the world lit up in smiles and music, the town square park covered in rides and games and food stands, all set up next to the ice rink. He'd been here earlier this week, with Minji, which had turned into a perfect disaster, but honestly tonight had been worse. At least he hadn't gotten yelled at or hit that other night. He wasn't even hungry anymore, strolling right past the cooking food.
He wandered over to a particularly large tree and sat down on it's roots, curling up into ball for a moment before getting out some cigarettes. He lit one up like it was the last thing he'd ever do and shut his eyes as he breathed the smoke in. Fuck. It had been such a long day and everything had been fine until he'd gone to see his mother. Wasn't that always the way things happened though? Nah, sometimes he managed to get out of that trailer without the screaming or the violence. If he ever lived long enough to have kids, he promised himself he'd rather cut his arms off than hit one of them.
He swallowed down the tears, blinking them away (the damn useless things) and cleared his throat as he watched the skaters play on the ice. How sweet. He felt unreasonable hatred for them all.