𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 | wheesa ✓

21 | she's a whirlwind of emotions

mamamoo comeback in 1 day ??? wtf i'm not ready still guys help 😭

also this gif doesn't help at all istg

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How ironic that the end seems so near,
but the desire to live on
continues to cloud the way.
How ironic that the presence of a person
can send away those thoughts,
yet make one feel in solitude.
How ironic that perhaps the feelings of love,
can turn into feelings of despair,
feelings of hopelessness.

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The day had been too quiet𑁋way too quiet for Wheein to be able to handle. Maybe it was because she had found herself back at school𑁋the epitome of Hell, but a place where she could be able to separate herself from the arms of her own household. There wasn't anywhere else she could possibly go, but she knew she had another option.

She had Hyejin, she knew that, and Hyejin would only keep reminding her of that until the end of time. Hyejin would keep telling her that she would be there whenever Wheein wanted her the most. But ever since the two of them had taken that leap together, the feelings of hopelessness would continue to cloud Wheein's mind. She might feel like she had just accomplished the most challenging task at hand, but was that really true? How is it possible that being around someone you grow the most fond of, the most feelings for, make you feel like you're losing yourself in the process?

Wheein's mind would continue to convince her that she wasn't enough𑁋not enough to save her own mother, not enough to care for her own grandmother, and not enough to allow her own heart to guide her through her relationship with Hyejin. And as much as she needed the mental break, it might've only worsened her thoughts. Being alone is perhaps one of the most dangerous entities to takeover, and Wheein allowed it. She didn't stop it, didn't make the effort, and she hated it. She put herself between those confined walls and allowed them to enclose on her.

"Wheein-ah, do you mind if you sweep the floors for me while I wipe the tables? Then you can be done for the day." Hyoyeon's voice suddenly pitches in, interrupting Wheein out of her overthinking head.

Wheein nods somewhat grimly, hoping that Hyoyeon wouldn't notice and responding, "Y-Yeah, I'll do that," before heading into the closet to grab the broom and dust pan. Her hands were hesitant as she stared at the items in her hands for a moment. And for a second, her hands exerted a vast amount of pressure on the broom and dust pan before letting go, releasing a sigh and heading back into the classroom.

"I think you're spoiling me too much, unnie." Wheein says with a small smile, beginning to sweep up the mess that had been on the floor from previous classes. She found it quite unusual to say that she had missed visiting Hyoyeon's classroom after school, and not just for the cleaning part or that because Hyoyeon was always there, but because it felt relaxing to her. An art classroom had never failed to calm her down, because for once she felt like she belonged in a place that she had been passionate about.

Hyoyeon pushes back some blonde strands of hair, placing her hands on her hips as she looks up to watch Wheein with a mischievous smirk. "If that's the case, then I've been spoiling you for nearly three years, and you finally decide bring it up?"

Wheein just rolls her eyes to the woman's words, dumping the contents from the dust pan into the rubbish bin.

"I've been... I've been cleaning this classroom for three years, this exact classroom. I've been coming to this place for a fourth of my life to just clean, to wipe, to dust..." The pause felt like it lasted for a moment too long before Wheein was able to pick herself back up, "...and you've never once stopped me. Why?"