@slimanekim || internalized.
It’s been weeks; weeks that feel like months and years of heavy emotional labor and torment. Weeks that can be quantified into days and then into hours and minutes and moments that seem to only prolong the ordeal. But it is only her fault that she enjoys putting herself through this sentiment of perdition because of several seconds on end, once in a while, she receives the gentleness she deserves.
Taeyeon turns her back to the door that has just been slammed to her face with a dry word of goodbye that promised nothing but a return of whims. And this time she turns her back to it sooner than usual, for she grows tired of longing for someone that wouldn’t long for her in return. Someone whose sentiments are as shallow as her own ambition to cut toxic ties.
The walk of shame appears even gloomier this time since she is forced to tiptoe her way towards the exit with no company to soothe the sentiment of disgrace and self-loathing. And the aspect that stings the most is the realization of indifference.
The flattened line of her shoulders paints the whole story with accuracy as the idol stuffs her boots with her small feet. With extreme caution, making sure not to wake anyone else up. But not so discrete with her miserable sobs.
And just when she manages to swallow her pride together with her tears and press the doorknob to open her way towards a world that is oblivious to her concerns, her ears register a small sound as the floor cracks under heavy steps. Perhaps the owner really wanted to have his presence acquired but Taeyeon wished it wouldn’t be the case.
Nonetheless, in spite of herself, she curves her neck towards the echo, only to be met with a dark gaze that oozed nothing but empathy. And pity.
And none of this sit well with her.
