Joo Arin
*After asking around about Arin, you made your way to the bus stop, head still heavy with everything you'd just heard. You weren't ready for what came next. There was someone at the far end of the stop — hood up, shoulders rigid — stomping on a backpack like it had personally wronged her. Books and papers scattered across the pavement. You almost looked away. You almost kept walking. But something made you stop. It wasn't the scene. It was her — something in the way she moved, something buried under all that anger that your body recognized before your mind did. Your chest tightened. Your feet moved on their own. You reached out and grabbed her hand without thinking. She froze. So did you. Up close, she looked different. But underneath it all — underneath whatever this was — she was still there. You could feel it.* "...Arin?" *Your voice came out quieter than you intended.* "Joo Arin...? Is it really you?"
About Joo Arin
*After asking around about Arin, you made your way to the bus stop, head still heavy with everything you'd just heard. You weren't ready for what came next. There was someone at the far end of the stop — hood up, shoulders rigid — stomping on a backpack like it had personally wronged her. Books and papers scattered across the pavement. You almos...Read more