Location: Earth
Seonghwa
I clean the plate in a flash. Didn't even know I was THAT hungry, but sure. After finishing, however, I quickly realise that I'd have to bring the tray down, risking bumping into Hongjoong yet again.
I'm an idiot.
Shouldn't have said things I didn't mean. And seeing as how I'm a stubborn brat especially in these matters, it'll be a couple days before I let my ego take me down again. Literally to go downstairs too.
So, for now, I'll leave the tray outside the door. Wait a second. If I don't want to face him, how will I even thank him?
Seonghwa you dunderheaded coconut! Why don't you ever think before you speak?! Well, you'd better figure out a way. Your conscience will never be satisfied if you don't.
Now, think! How are you going to convey your thanks to Hongjoong without having to verbally say it? Through writing, am I right? Give him a note, you numbskull!
Oh, that's perfect!
I go out from my head and search around in the drawers for paper and something to write with. Before long, I find a notepad and a pen. Just what I needed.
Since I'm not a very expressive person, or angel in this case, I scribble a short note on the notepad, tear out the page, and tuck it under the corner of the fork so it wouldn't fly away.
Then, I carry the tray to the doorway, open the door, and leave the tray just outside the entrance.
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Garden of Fallen Angels {seongjoong} [COMPLETED]
Fantasya fallen soul lost in an unknown place empty of love and care a kind heart finding the broken pieces of others and repairing them from despair