E. Walters
To express sorrow
Ehleugy
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E. I. Walters
kim minjeong. january, 2021. she/her. mirrored lit. of age. a frustrated part time guitarist at a worn down pub, and a slave to the university’s official publication.
What happened to Eclair Ione?
“This is Ione. You’ve been listening to Chi 12.6, thank you for tuning in.”It was going well, alright. An active member of the university’s official broadcasting team, an achiever, a part of a loving household. Everything was in place until the moment life decides to fuck you up so bad you’re not even sure if it’s even possible to start over anymore. One minute, you think you have things figured out; the next second, you find yourself balancing academics for scholarships, and working your ass off at the pub down street to sustain for your own expenses.“Hey, Eclair! Where the fuck have you been? You’re needed for the gig later. Are you in?”This is a good distraction. It may not be enough to fill the gaps, but it sure helps in making you forget— you can say it’s because of adrenaline. When you feel that rush, you momentarily fail to think of how your said family tossed you out the minute you turned legal, admitting you were never theirs; how mediocre you’ve really been; you fail to think that this time, you only have yourself to trust and depend on.It does sound lonely, but at least I still have me.
Elegy.
“I tremble at the thought of crepe bows around the neck of white doves, but maybe there is really nothing to worry about.”
Mafi, The Writer.
Mafi is a university student, thus explains the varying time with regards to her replies. Out of character conversations are avoided unless necessary.
likes
beanbags. oranges. piercings. coffee ice creams. blue. daydreaming. dogs. gladioli. printed books. documentaries.
dislikes
shouting. thunders. spiders. glass shattering. nosy people. pathological liars. clowns. babies, just ‘cause they look fragile enough to break.
starlist!
to be updated.
pre-est!
to be updated.