@ssaecularis
he hopes with all hope that he hadnât been seen, and when this rabbit vanishes into the ticket of greens and browns, jungil turns back and retraces his steps, and thinks, as loudly as a thought can be, that this is a conversation they should have at much later time, away from the forest.
you watch the forest swallow them whole as they retreat into the dark throat of it. it should be easy to walk away from that forest, from them, but this time it isn't. you linger for a beat too long, like your feet are cement-stuck in place. all you do is squint after the form of them until you can no longer convince yourself that you can make out their shape through the trees. even as you turn to leave, you find yourself backtracking, until you've trampled down a small iteration of a race track that you've set yourself loose on. it's when you finally notice what you're doing that you stop.
with great effort, you pull yourself away from the forest. from whatever it is the rabbits are getting up to. you don't belong there, you think. maybe you don't even belong in onyang. you refuse to look back over your shoulder as you walk away. even as you feel the pointed stare of eyes on your back.
your muse can't shake the feeling that they're being watched. the feeling of eyes follows them around town, but whenever they turn to look, nobody's there. you're welcome to incorporate this in future threads if you wish!













