neon reverie
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sunny days spent in our own little world we were princes and princesses, healers and knights. back when we made promises to stay together forever. it was a time i remember all too well; a time when we were us.
kang mi-rae
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mood | happy birthdaybitch
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location |cemetary
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outfit of the day
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mentions + other
fun fact! mi-rae always likes to leave a choco pie at the grave of her grandmother from her father's side because it's the one her grandmother always sneaked her. their trick was always to give it while hugging and it was always their little secret. one time, they did get caught but grandma quickly silenced her father with some old-fashioned scolding as distraction.
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weldherwings
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ยฉ weldherwings.
Perhaps secrets were meant to be a part of life; there always were โ and always would be โ words rusty and ugly that you just canโt utter. Instead, they find home in the deepest alcoves of yourself โ back where itโs both the safest and darkest. And like a sea oath, there comes the promise to hide them in the crimson of your blood and blue of your veins. But nothing lays hidden forever; sand turns traitor and betrays the footsteps that have passed over it; water gives back the tales of those drowned; fire leaves confessions in ashes; and the soulโs sorrows break their secrecy in thoughts, right through the glass window gazes. .
Sometimes, a secret unveils itself in the heavy silence and lifeless stone.
All the nervous excitement coursing through Mi-raeโs body ceased instantly as the poorly built but familiar houses changed to an almost empty park. What once was a building thought of Sun-woo having moved houses crumbled under the weight of catching the name on the grave in front of them. Everything Mi-rae knew shattered upon staring at a ghost who still had been alive in her mind. .It felt like the vivid and bright colours Mi-rae had been living by just turned out to only be an illusion, with the painting of reality being much more monochrome. And she didnโt know what to feel or to think, because how could she tell what had been real or not?
She didnโt even know if she truly knew her friend anymoreโฆ
Questions. So many questions and so many emotions; confusion whirls around โ was this real? Anger scorches the edges โ why didnโt you tell me?? Heartbreak cracks in the space of her ribcage โ why couldnโt you tell me? Worry seeps in โ for how long have you been on your own? Jealousy whispers โ does Hana know? Mi-rae wanted to yell at him, hug him and cry with him all at the same time. To think Sun-woo didnโt have any parents left and he didnโt say anything up until now. Why? Just why? Was he scared she was going to leave him too? Or did he feel ashamed of his situation?
Mi-rae felt betrayed. Memories pristine and perfect were now fragile fragments broken by the hands of deception. His lies might have been more in silence than outright words, but it all reached the same outcome; her falsely believing with all heart and soul that they were close enough to have stood the test of distance and time. She believed they could โ would โ tell each other everything. Oh how wrong she wasโฆ. It brought forth another fear; what else could he have been hiding in those shy smiles? Mi-rae didnโt want to think the worst of it, but there were still insecurities nestled in the dirt of her soul, all waiting for the right fuel to grow and break through the surface.
Maybe they both shared the fear of abandonment. A deep seated worry that what people would tell you and what they thought were actually different; saying they will stay all while planning to leave. Itโs what molds you into different versions of yourself, all sculpted to peopleโs preferences so that there is less of a reason to think about leaving. Itโs how you become a mirrorball, one that shines and shimmers just for others. Just to keep you entertained.
Just to keep you looking.
Yeah. Mi-rae was being quite the hypocrite, and she knew that deep down. How many fake smiles had she given him? How many words were still stored deep in her bones, in silence sealed? Mi-rae was no stranger to secrets, to the concept of keeping thoughts, feelings and dreams to yourself because their charm would be broken if revealed. Maybe that was why she couldnโt act as angry as she felt to Sunny, her figure instead sitting down next to her friend, hand finding his. Mi-rae gazed into his eyes, a weak smile appearing on her lips. Maybe he deserved to be yelled at, but how could she do that? Sunny was still her friend โ one who, relatably, had more fractures in the soul than he let on. He needed a friend at this moment. He deserved one.
It was time for Mi-rae to be Mi-rae.
โHello Sun-wooโs dad!. I hope you like the birthday cake we brought !! It has nice strawberries on it, see? Aannndd thatโs not all ! We also prepared a birthday song for you !! We even got all the karaoke experience.." there was a wink towards Sun-woo, before the clearing of the throat. " Now let us beginnn,โ and gone was any sign of hurt; her hands started to clap in rhythm as she began to sing happy birthday, eyes sparkling and energy buzzing.
And there shone the jewel of their friendship.
They were both secret keepers and liars, but it didnโt matter;
At the moment, everything was briefly forgotten.
A piece of the past glowed in the present.
Right when we were us.