we all fall down — @yobyul
the trek to the rink is more than familiar at this point. though, it would be a lie to say it doesn’t feel at least a little different these days. the vibe’s just off. even the weight of the skates slung over his back rests a little strangely between his shoulder blades, like they’re slightly out of place or something. no matter, he’s probably just reading into things too much.
it does cross his mind, briefly, but long enough to have some sort of significance: why she insisted on wanting to learn how to skate of all things. it reminds him too much of an interaction he’d rather forget. the way the light in her eyes faded just a bit when he told her the news upon her return. the slight dip in her tone of voice. raon notices more than he lets on.
( disappointment stings. )
a turn of the corner has the gray concrete building coming into view. ah, yes. this is where he spent his youth — chasing golden dreams and lofty goals, or what have you. good times, no ? once inside, he spots the shiny hair gathered in a high ponytail first. the puffy jacket and idle fidgeting come into view later. her back is to him, but he doesn’t need to see much more to know that it’s—
“—byul noona !” he calls, closing the distance between the two of them. “you’re early for class, i see.”