kill me, heal me
The scent of coffee escapes from the two cups that are firmly held by Ten’s slender hands. He walks along the tapered hallway, silently contemplating that he shouldn’t have wasted his money on coffee--but hey, he feels a little bit rich today, maybe it’s the tailored button down shirt he got from the thrift shop.
The sunlight looms through the windows, with a mix of stress, anxiety, and all around contentment of the academy that decorates the walls as they often do--yet they all settle about wasting time, and that’s what the scholar is doing now. Well, it sometimes becomes a routine, bugging Ryeo from time to time.
He stops in front of a wooden door, regretting to have asked for carry out trays because he can’t find a way to knock. So he whispers, soft enough to prevent bombarding his favorite psychiatrist, but loud enough to let her hear “are you in?”
He waits and traces his eyes over the sign ‘the guidance counselor is in’ and silently, he feels a little jealous.






