fidus achates;
It took her twenty years to realize that there was nothing wrong with filling her entire frame with words, that prose and poetry shouldn’t be read as an offspring of an instruction manual, language was limited, but still one of the most beautiful human creations. And it depended almost exclusively on the preferred order of the words, either or not they would be freighted with enough of a gun power to hurt – not only others, but herself as well – in a tangled game of semantic Russian roulette.
Because there was a tenuous line between cautious and reckless behavior easily blurred by the hazy aspects of psychological behavior, after all, wrong decisions shouldn’t condemn anyone other than the maker for their own acts. Perhaps, that lesson taught not in time and nature, but in between the four walls of a class room during her first semester in Hongik was the reason to why the brunette was drawn into the city, beautiful wings spread proudly in order to accept the consequences of past and failure decisions on her behalf, because as much as she’d like to, this darling little bird still don’t acknowledge everything.
Molt. Don’t be afraid.
Ara wasn’t easily surprised, therefore, it wasn’t necessary more than one of her delicate hands to number the exact amount of role models she had the pleasure to welcome into her daily routines; Dear mother, Violet and Rain. The latter being the responsible for educate her in the method of failure and attempting; it was alright to detached herself from the world that surrounded, none but herself could realize who she ought to become. And as a mentor, he had witnessed her thoughts progress deeper and deeper with the tickle of years passing by.
It amused her to no extent at how easily their dynamics had morphed from a simple share of similar opinions and interests in the classroom to an extended friendship of comfort and routines, the petite girl came to respect and admire the other even more after becoming part of his social circle.
High heels clicked soundly against the cold surface of the marble floor of one of the Cafés that surrounded the main campus of their university as soon as her slender hands pressed the door closed behind her, once again.She bowed her head in a politely manner as she approached the familiar figure sit across the table on one of the furthest corners of the establishment, one would think this little bird would learn better than being late considering how polite she always was. Yet, perhaps, there was a vague chance she could break a record someday.
“I apologize, yet again, especially since I’m later than the usual.” Words were enveloped by a gentler tone as delicate hands pulled the chair gently before she sat across him. “Despite of what might seem I do have a clock and an alarm.” She chuckled softly, velvet voice resounded lighter in pitch, the indication of a joke. A ghost of a small smile spread rapidly across her reddish lips at the sight of a second cup of coffee in front of her, hazel orbs were softened along with her delicate features at the realization it was her usual choice of a drink.
“Thank you very much for the coffee, I’m surprised I lasted the entire afternoon without it.” She commented, lips meeting the edges of the cup for a sip contentedly. “I didn’t have you waiting for too long, now did I? I apologize once again, the Japanese proficiency exam is arriving and my students are ready to react an episode of The Walking Dead, though I’m probably not looking any better.”
