▬ wrong place, right time.◞*
PARK SEUL HAS NEVER BEEN AFRAID of the dark or the shadows that trail at her feet – moreso, she’s been afraid of being cooped up inside, the way that glass houses bar her wings from growing strong. she fears the feeling of being trapped when locked in a room for far too long because that’s how it’s been for years, and years, and years without change. now she’s restless. now she wants to see the world, but the world has seen nothing like park seul, woman child with starry eyes that rival the ones above. what she has not learned is to be afraid of people, or of streets, or of the intentions of the wicked because seul has not had the chance to experience them yet.
and this is how she makes a wrong turn and finds herself on the wrong streets, guided by neon lights with eyes that still stare in all their wonder. she still doesn’t even realize the danger she puts herself in; she is the little girl far from home and looking for a fantasy that doesn’t exist in the nightlife.
she is a girl that’s always looking for a storybook when sometimes, people like to burn the pages instead.
maybe it’s the sweet look in her eyes that catches his, that makes him start his sweet talking and pulling her aside. she, the ever naive, listens to him with interest because there is nothing wrong with conversation – it is the very thing that seul craves after years of solitude. she doesn’t think that conversation could be bad; she just smiles, she just replies and continues walking along his path like nothing could go wrong.
she is park seul, the naive.
