two.
two.
two hundred and four words
forlorn
Yoon A brings the spoon to her mouth, closing her eyes to savor the creamy chocolate explosion in her mouth. It's three-something in the morning, and the ice cream helps Yoon A relax; the ice cream helps Yoon A let her character mask down. It's three-something in the morning and Yoon A doesn't have to worry about cameras watching her every move. There is silence, there is peace, and there is no one around her. She bites her lip.
As much as Yoon A enjoys her ice cream at three-something in the morning, and as much as Yoon A enjoys having time to herself, it's impossible for her to miss time there is not to herself. 'There are eight other people in this house,' she thinks to herself, and can't help but be bitter. She sighs.
It's wrong for her to feel this way - to feel invisible. It's selfish of her. Each member has their own schedule, and therefore need as much sleep as they can get. She shouldn't hope daily that maybe - just maybe - there will be a light on for her, or a smile to coax her in from the cold.
The ice cream melts in her bowl, forgotten.
two hundred and four words
forlorn
Yoon A brings the spoon to her mouth, closing her eyes to savor the creamy chocolate explosion in her mouth. It's three-something in the morning, and the ice cream helps Yoon A relax; the ice cream helps Yoon A let her character mask down. It's three-something in the morning and Yoon A doesn't have to worry about cameras watching her every move. There is silence, there is peace, and there is no one around her. She bites her lip.
As much as Yoon A enjoys her ice cream at three-something in the morning, and as much as Yoon A enjoys having time to herself, it's impossible for her to miss time there is not to herself. 'There are eight other people in this house,' she thinks to herself, and can't help but be bitter. She sighs.
It's wrong for her to feel this way - to feel invisible. It's selfish of her. Each member has their own schedule, and therefore need as much sleep as they can get. She shouldn't hope daily that maybe - just maybe - there will be a light on for her, or a smile to coax her in from the cold.
The ice cream melts in her bowl, forgotten.