♐interwined destruction ✔ soojung&zinnia。
she should know nothing good comes from a call with the id in english. her mother hadn't called in months--what could she expect from that?
"you know i have been worried about the orphans, my love. you will forgive your mother, won't you?" that's how she started, sweet and easy in korean with the heavy californian accent they all carried, and soojung believed her. she had always been worried about the orphans, or else they wouldn't have met each other.
but it doesn't stop her from getting sad at the end of the day when junhee tells the motive of the call, and the blonde girl makes sure her shades are up her nose and in place when she goes out the next morning, or they'd see how swollen and red her eyes would be.
the place the meeting will be held at is familiar to her, and soojung wishes with all her strenght she had no memories of it as she had no memories of the reason that brought her to walk in a room full of women with lost eyes and hands tight.
a sigh escapes her lips as she places herself at the last chair of a roll, and a pale hand is raised to push the sunglasses higher until all her vision is no longer light. at least it will end soon, she tells herself, and leans her back against the chair more.
