@rmsayuri
the sun had given way to lunar silence, letting the island bathe in a gentle glow. hyejin strolls away from the cabin grounds, still sober and all too awake, long hair tied in a messy bun. a stolen moment away from the others - only the wandering breeze to talk to. she finds a spot to sit and looks up at the darkening sky, the night stretched infinitely, a weightless suspension ( feeling trapped, three voids too mortal ). she tastes the soju in her hand, pitifully drinking alone - but she doesn’t mind. doesn’t mind it when the awning night calls to her, promising peace with dying stars in its gaping mouth.
the rest of the camp’s revelry slips through the trees around her, faint and faraway ( someone laughs. loud. & hyejin drinks her soju ). the moments pass slowly as she looks up at the stars, coldness settling over her shoulders, a blessed contrast to the day’s heat. there’s approaching footsteps, a branch crunches, and her gaze snaps to the sole figure venturing into her hideaway.
“had enough of the party—?”
