@kyungxsoon location: kyung-soon's flat date: 5th april, 2021 time: late night
She's back there again, at the door of her surrogate sister's flat, but this time May hasn't even attempted to rehearse what to say to her. Her fight with Uriel is still ringing in her ears, along with the blackmail threats she'd delivered to Priscilla Rubin. No sentences will form, certainly not coherent ones; the only thing making any sense is the constant loop of I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry, pounding in time with her feet hitting the pavement. Dread sits in the pit of her stomach, growing heavier as she buzzes into the building and ascends the stairs.
And when the door opens, it hits her full force, the gravity of everything she has done, every wheel set in motion. The hope in Kyung-Soon's eyes at the sight of the woman who had promised to save her nearly breaks her right then and there, knowing she's about to watch that hope die. And she's furious all over again; at Uriel for his bullshit decision, at herself for promising things she couldn't deliver, at the other gangs for putting her in this position in the first place. But mostly she is utterly devastated. The guilt is so strong she's almost nauseated. May had never been one to avoid the consequences of her own actions, but in that moment she wants to run and hide from that expectant gaze.
"Ky," she begins, but words die on her tongue, lips parted. Her hand reaches for the doorframe, steadying herself. "I'm so sorry, I'm so— Uriel, he wouldn't listen and I just—" Her throat is dry and aching, choking her, eyes stinging with sudden tears. I promised I'd protect you and I've failed you. I've failed you. I've failed you. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I tried. I'm sorry. I—" The hand that isn’t propping her up rakes through her hair, tugging as though she wished to tear it out, and she has to swallow thickly before she can continue. “I can’t believe I’ve done this to you.”