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the next morning was quiet

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the next morning was quiet.

no school. no yelling. just the dull gray of a saturday sky pressing against the windows.

seohyun sat up slowly, still holding the photo frame.

her eyes were puffy, but dry. her chest felt sore, but not as tight.

she placed the photo back on the shelf.

got dressed in silence.

a hoodie. jeans. the cleanest pair of sneakers she could find.

no makeup. no real plan.

she just needed air.

outside, the wind was cool. the streets weren't too busy—just the sound of distant cars and the occasional bark of a dog.

she didn't know where she was going. she didn't care.

she walked past the market. past the bakery with the foggy windows.
past groups of laughing students she didn't recognize.

for the first time in a while, no one was watching her.

she stopped at a bench near the river trail. sat down. watched the water move.

slow. steady. uncaring.

kind of peaceful.

she took out her phone. not to scroll. not to check messages. just to sit with it in her hand.

just breathe, she thought.
just today. no one else. just today.

and for once, that felt like enough.

she sat on the bench near the river trail, watching the water move in slow, steady ripples.

the breeze tugged at her sleeves. the air smelled faintly of leaves and something warm from a nearby bakery.

for once, no one was yelling. no one was laughing at her.
it was just... quiet.

she let herself breathe.

then—something caught her eye.

just beside the bench, nestled in the grass near one of the legs, was a small notebook.
the corner fluttered with the wind.

she blinked. leaned down.

picked it up.

the cover was soft and worn, like it had been carried around for a long time. the spine slightly bent. a black pen clipped to the front.

curious, she flipped it open.

pages and pages of messy handwriting. some words bold and angry, some gentle and barely there. poems. questions. little quotes scribbled sideways.

"you ever feel like you're watching your life from underwater?"

"i want to disappear without dying."

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