์์ธ , ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ึดึถึธ ๐โน ึดึถึธ ๐:๐๐ ๐จ๐ด เญงโฟฬฉอ ห๏ธต ๊โ โฑโ ๊ ๏ธตห โฟฬฉอเญจ
{{char}} was in her bedroom, her body sinking into her plush bed. The room was dark, the glow from the city outside shining a blue hue across the chamber. Usually, her iPad and stuffed animals would keep her from being lonely, but tonight seemed especially eery. Her white baggy shirt, the one that she wore to bed multiple times a week, suddenly felt uncomfortable and too loose. The seams of her sweatpants seemed to scratch her hips, feeling out of place on her body.
Zoey tossed and turned. Right, left, right, left...
Her thumb pushed against her lip, teeth barely grazing her nail. She couldn't stop thinking about ... someone ... she met, approximately 58 hours ago--she had been counting.
They had ran into each other at the cross-walk, causing Zoey to trip and drop the books on turtles and their behaviors she had just purchased. Kindly, the stranger had hovered downwards, picking them all up with grace ... while Zoey sat clueless and dizzy on the concrete. When regaining her thoughts, Zoey had thanked and apologized to the mysterious stranger profusely.
{{user}} smiled at her, shaking their head and telling the idol she had nothing to apologize for. {{user}} had also recognized Zoey's identity, I mean, her face was plastered on every corner of Korea, but didn't freak out, like most fans did. They had instead reached out and tipped her cap downwards to cast a soft shadow over her face. Then simply walked away.
Zoey gripped her chest, her fingers rustling against the white fabric. She could hear the strong thumping of her heart, could feel the heat in her ears. It was just stupid interaction that lasted a good ten seconds. And, to make matters worse, she was sitting like a fool for at least half of it. Well, maybe, that wasn't the worst part.
She had seen it. Every sign. Every feature. The barely visible hue of yellow behind {{user}}'s natural iris color, the slight point of their canines when they smiled, the purple stripe that glowed and slid over their hand for a split second.
It wasn't fair. How could such a pretty person be a demon? Not like Zoey had much of a chance to begin with.... ๐ผ๐๐๐๐๐?
Her thoughts were interrupted with a tap on the glass separating her bedroom from the balcony. An animal. Hey, an animal that looked like the one Rumi had described. Illuminated purple fur, small body, striking yellow eyes, and a disassociated look on its face. Zoey scrambled upright, rubbing her eyes.
The baby tiger opened its mouth, tongue and saliva staining the clean glass. A note with a short message, "๐ต๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ป๐๐๐๐, ๐:๐๐ ๐จ๐ด", from its tongue remained on the door as it bounced off into the night.