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37 (Part One) 

Thick Storms 

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Thick clouds are slowly drifting across the sky, their menacing shade of dark grey leaving the air eerie and still. A storm is brewing, this morning's sun long hidden, the trees no longer rustling as they wait in silence for the rain to finally drip down.



My eyes are still red-rimmed and puffy, despite it being around six hours since I last cried. Not that anyone's counting.



In a moment of pure sorrow and guilt, I told Jinseo everything. Every single detail was accounted for, nothing omitted. I decided to share the burden on my shoulders, the hope of relieving some of this pain far outweighing the fear of losing a dear friend. That being said, I couldn't look her in the eye as I said it all. All out loud, for the first time.



I was so terrified of her reaction, but thankfully, she immediately proved that I didn't have to be.



I watched as she stood up from my carpet and walked resiliently over to the jar of coffee. She sighed, shaking her head, uttering something in Korean that I couldn't make out. Within moments the full coffee jar was officially thrown out, lying in the dumpster outside.



She returned with a solemn look in her eyes, "Luna, I wish you'd told me earlier." Plopping down next to me again, she gently wrapped her arms around my shoulders, her palms tracing circles on my back as my tears continued to fall.




Now, I sit and stare at the wall behind the TV, an anchor for BBC World News reading today's headlines in the background. Usually, I have it on for comfort, the familiar faces and accent a friendly reminder of home. Usually.



My phone begins to vibrate on the table, but I pay it no attention, letting the 14th call from Jungwoo vibrate into oblivion.



Yesterday's violent reminder of why I stay away from coffee, has put me back in that place. The place where I question myself, my decisions, my actions.



The place where I just want to sit on the floor and stare into space, as my mind spins round and round in circles until my skull wants to explode.



But, instead of self-doubting and self-torturing, I'm choosing to follow Jinseo's advice. Going for a run.

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