Quarantine Week
She left a week to roam.
One week was what I was told. A week off. Why the fuck would I want that? What else do I have in my life other than my job? Nothing. So I decided to go out the first night and buy a weeks worth of groceries. Lock myself away and do some work of some sorts.
Your protector's coming home
I smiled at Myeong in the office as I boxed all of my journals up. She never left to see what I was doing. I could have been leaving for good and no one would have questioned me. Gwynne was probably off with her not-so-secret boyfriend. Elizabeth, only God knows.
Keep your secrets with you, girl
I created a nest of sorts on my bed. Perched over the apartment. Laptop sitting neatly on the small desk I had for it for the bed. I began to type every journal up. Years worth of writing neatly organized into easily accessible files. It took me a lot quicker than I had expected. What do you expect when your diet consists of coffee and chocolate bars.
Safe from the outside world
These files weren’t your boring old Microsoft word documents. Not on a document on the internet. No google docs for me. No, I made a blog. A blog for secrets. All with the persons name. Only their name. I’m sure it means nothing to most who would eventually stumble upon my blog. Maybe if it becomes more popular, maybe the right person will find it. Know the name and look differently at that person.
Tell your brother to be good
Perhaps they wouldn’t. There’s nothing for a person to recognize me. The only way they would know is if they knew every person I wrote about. The problem is it’s never a file. Not an exact thing. Nothing was put in order. I flipped from journal to journal. Tags are a wondrous thing. A simple way to organize your scramble of people.
Tell your sister not to go
People began to comment. Confessing their own secrets. Messaging me to ask if they could talk to me. Know my secrets. Did I post my own or only others? What should they call me? Some questions were acceptable to answer. Some people might be more sick than me. I told them to call me anything they wanted. Some people called me rude things. Said it was obscene to posts peoples secrets but there are so many people with the same name anymore that it means nothing.
Tell your mother not to wait
Everything was going smoothly. People were sending in their secrets for me to post. Names being added to my list. I was getting more hits than I had ever hoped for. Not that I had made it to be a thing. I was merely to organize it and make it more easily accessible for the rest of the gang. Most of all it was for Myeong. I wanted to make her proud. Show that I had thoughts of the gang. Maybe I should have gone out and gathered more secrets. More information. Tracked Saeran so I could figure out how to get him again. The list goes on but my true passion is secrets and I want Myeong to know that.
Tell your father I was good
At the end of the week I laid back. Slept for the last day. Everything was how I wanted it and maybe it hadn’t been so bad to have a week to myself. I couldn’t wait to tell Myeong what I did. Have her praise me. Work couldn’t come any sooner.