Fool's gold
Struck fool's gold
Cry wolf
Wolves' gold
There are times when Soojung finds herself in the middle of a crossroad, one foot in each path. Indecisive. Lost. And....empty. There are times when she looks in the mirror and she tries to discern whether it’s really her-- whether the reflection is even real; the smile, the glow in her face-- real? It’s confusing, and at times, terrifying.
Soojung and Chrystal are not the same person. Soojung is cheerful, childishly persistent, and clumsily sweet. Chrystal is cold. Calculating. Nothing will stand in her way, and nothing has. It’s difficult to keep the two bottled up tight in a body worn down by nights spent on the balcony with silence by her side, by the knowledge that she’s always being watched, that every move she makes can turn into a monsoon.
Now is not the time to be afraid. She takes a deep breath and exhales, flexes her fingers and steps out of the room. Smile? Check. Bag? Check. Key? Check. Everything’s in order, and the internal chaos is momentarily forgotten. Soojung’s quick to leave the building after bidding a farewell to the doorman, pushing open the glass doors as she’s greeted immediately with the vibrant hum of the city. The day’s just begun for her, but she’s already setting off at a brisk pace, eager to get to her first destination as promptly as possible. Of course, she’s always been somewhat absentminded- this means that in the few seconds that she steps one foot in front of the other, she’s stumbled into an ongoing pedestrian.
“I’m so, so sorry-” The initial apology recedes as quickly as it comes. A blank stare as her eyes level with the victim of her daydreams. Recognition flickers in her eyes, and she squints.