may ; 2003 .
the small television flashed with the programme that was scheduled for that night, little eunyeon sitting in front of the couch with a book about genetics spread on her feet and the man that adopted her, referred to by the kid as ‘big-yeon’ sat on the couch behind her watching it. a documentary, about something they both knew so much ( dinosaurs ). “can’t i read the jungle book instead o--” she was cut off sternly, and she pouted. as a kid, eunyeon had seen her classmates ( 3, four years older than her ) reading books and talking about movies. she had never seen a movie.
she wanted to. she wished to learn about the things from tv made from entertainment, and not for education.
new year ; 07-08 .
her second year of college was starting ahead and she laid down on the floor of her room, that consisted of a bed and books, nothing else, nothing less. she was learning deeper into what made her heart race but she felt like there was more to it. that she was being restrained in a cage without being allowed to see what’s really outside.
she waned to be free.
april ; 2013 .
she coughed as she ran outside, her body burning, her heart beating. once free from the heated up embrace of the raging flames, she looked up at her house and a small smile could be seen in her lips. her dreams, everything had come true. she was free. her eyes started forming tears that ran down her cheeks, tears from happiness. no man would ever again try to control her. no man would ever had such an influence as the man that was trapped inside the building, dying.
no man would ever make her feel like he felt.
only little eunyeon controlled little eunyeon now.
present day.
what si there to do when you dont have a future to anticipate? daily, the genius feels empty, as if there isnt a single thing in her life that she can’t reach. nothing challenges her, nothing dares her to go out of her comfort zone.
it feels as if the world is her comfort zone.
heights have been conquered, her panic attacks unnoticed. she already spit on that old man’s grave. she already got more college degrees than a normal human would ever get in their average eighty years of life. so, what was left?
now she had nothing. no expectations. no dreams. no wishes. she had nothing to live for, but sure as hell, she wasn’t going to die now.
