tw: sui. please skip this chapter if suicide is a trigger for you!
It was impossible to tell what was running through either of their minds. Geum-song raised a hand to hold her temple with her thumb and index finger, her lips thin. Abrial's face was shadowed, her expression unreadable. Perhaps she was remembering all of the nights she had spent in this room — so, so many nights — tossing and turning, pulling her hair out, jumping out the windows for a breath of free air in the middle of the night. Perhaps she was recalling how she had used to draw silly star charts and leave them scattered all over the floor, determined to one day navigate far away from this prison using the sky, because that was the only map she couldn't be denied. Perhaps she was simply thinking of nothing at all, her mind blank as a thin tear streamed down her cheek.
