✱⠀𝓢𝒀𝑵𝑶𝑷𝑺𝓘𝑺⠀?! miyeon had a habit of boldly declaring she wasn't crazy, almost as if daring the universe to prove her wrong. others often characterized her as frantic and volatile, likening her to a hurricane in human form. despite this, her...
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𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆,
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MIYEON YU WROTE A LETTER TO every person she's ever hurt.
There were three letters in total hidden in the planks under her dorm. Every once in a while, she'd claw through the loose wooden plank, just to check if they were still there. Buried deep.
She'd count each of them, so she could be sure none were stolen. She was often scared that her roommate would steal them during the night or while she was away.
She's heard tales about lost souls. How the ones with lost souls were stapled to the bottom of the ocean, left to suffer until their souls became salt and dissolved into sea foam.
But that's just not true.
When Miyeon was seven she broke her ankle by falling off her training bike. One moment there was ground under the wheels of her bicycle, dark ground yet to feel the kiss of the light of dawn, and then there was water.
Then, in a moment that felt so stretched, Miyeon sank beneath the cold surface, arms dragging along the bottom of the canal. She stood, the water waist-deep. Then, to her parents' surprise, what they heard was her own laughter.
