gravitational pull ❞ maegan & eunha
it’s been so long since maegan had visited the beaches at the california, so long that it felt so foreign to her to be in such places albeit growing up to the said place. it’s been more than three years since she visited the place so she was pretty much excited to see the possible changes, surprisingly enough, nothing changed except for a few tents around the shore (she had no idea what they’re), she noted. maybe she should check out the new things but for no, she wanted to take a few photographs of the place. she pulled out the camera on her sling bag, capturing the beauty of the sun that was shining brightly that afternoon, and she continued to walk while looking through the viewfinder, taking a few more shots of the surroundings, but something stopped her when she walked further, a scent -- something familiar and yet she couldn’t exactly tell what or who it is. her feet halted, hand pointing the camera down and she tilted her head from side to side, trying to find the source of the scent which seemingly bothered her to death. she was captivated seconds after, and soon enough she follows the scent like a lost puppy -- the more she went closer, the more it drove her insane. that was odd. she walked further, and the scent somehow brought her to -- a tent.
she blinked and there she spotted a woman sitting in the middle of the tent. “what the--” she blinked once more, out of curiosity. she doesn’t know where is the frustration coming from but she finds herself knitting her eyebrows as she approached the woman. she doesn’t seem familiar, they probably never met so why does her scent seems familiar. she smelled very nice. she noted. and she was so drawn that she finds herself sitting on the chair in front of her, her heart was beating erratically. what the hell was that.
“i--” she doesn’t even know what she signed up for, but her seemingly disoriented state would probably give it away. “you’re a tarot card reader, i assume?” she mentally cursed herself for stating the obvious, eyes glancing at the cards on the table, then going back to the woman’s pair of orbs. for some very odd reason, her pair of orbs captivated her. “w -- would you mind reading me?”
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