carry me out
@wonyn
song manor - yangpyeong-gun, gyeonggi-do, south korea
“what are you doing?”
perched on the roof outside her childhood bedroom window with a cigarette dangling between her lips, dambi can almost still hear the remnants of their last conversation echoing around in her head. she’d gone out earlier that night, hoping that the music and alcohol would drown out the echoes and ease the tightening around her heart, if only a little. it had been a hopeless endeavour and she instead found herself seeking warmth in the last place on earth that she wanted to be. home.
pulling the cigarette from her lips, she scoffs out loud at the thought. home had never once been where she ran to for shelter. but then again, won had never been the one she was running from.
he was avoiding her. she was definitely avoiding him.
she couldn’t remember the last time she’d gone this long without hearing his voice. he had been so angry.
she had known since the moment that they met that he would tire of her - it was only a matter of time. she had had years and years to prepare herself for this, for the crack that would ultimately form a wedge between them. she had pictured almost every scenario - he would tire of her antics eventually, of her clingy ways, her neediness, her constant need for his affection. or worse, the words on the tip of her tongue for years now would spill.
a secret, though? it had never crossed her mind that he was keeping secrets from her.
dambi let out a shaky breath, biting down on her bottom lip as the familiar lump found itself lodged in her throat, her eyes threatening to water again.
she had to pull herself together.