Walking down the street, Himchan was enjoying the cold breeze against his pale face with both hands stuffed into the jacket pockets. It was one of the few days that he was free to do anything he wanted; no homeworks, no hospital, nothing. So he just decided to walk around and watch some people. Though it wasn’t one of his luck days.
Suddenly a crowd started forming around something, and curious, the male walked to the amount of people and slipped through them, frowning deeply when saw an old lady fallen on the ground. He knelt closer to her and held her wrist, shaking his head before look around, searching for someone who could be with her but anyone seemed to know her. “She’s dead,” he said in a soft tone.
Slowly people started returning to their own way as the male was taking care of the body until the ambulance get there to find out the causes of the death. Though something caught Himchan’s attention while he was waiting for someone to answer his calling. A young woman walked toward the dead lady and stayed there, looking at her; it was weird, he thought, but didn’t took his eyes off of the girl. “Rest in peace,” she said before look at him, who offered a soft smile and a slight nod. “Did you know who she was?” Himchan asked after finishing his calling. He wasn’t sure of who was the girl, but she was the only one who said those words at that moment.
The old lady that was dead on the ground was someone she'd see every now and then. Each morning, she'd feed the stray cats in the area as well as the pigeons that every citizen hated. Sophia never knew her personally, but she always shone a smile towards the poor older woman without fail.
As the body was being placed into the ambulance, her head turned towards the male's voice who seemed to have been the person who declared her death. "Not exactly," she mumbled, gaze following after the flashing lights of the ambulance that zipped down the street they were on. The crowd began to disperse soon enough, leaving the dollmaker with the stranger.
After some period of silence between them to pay respect for the life that had just passed, she spoke once more, "I'd see her everyday around here. She always seemed lonely and cold...yet at the same time warm and loved--I never got to speak to her nor ask for her name." A small pout formed on her lips, realizing after she explained herself. Every life's special and wonderful--Sophia knew that the most. Yet...life's full of such misery that she hated. The oppression and struggle everyone goes through was something she wanted to save people from. Turning most of the humans that catch her attention were those she treasured the most. She didn't want to see such beauty and stunning creatures going to waste, but at the same time she was selfish with her hobby of creating human dolls. Because of her obsession, there are times wherein she'd kill just to satiate her thirst or preserving life--having such a breathtaking corpse in her hands.
"Did you have any relation with the old lady?", she asked him quietly, head turning to finally take a good look at him.
