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She stands. She walks to the window. She stares through the rain. She paces. She sits.
She should be comfortable, Taeri. She has shed her work clothes; she rests in her home. And yet, her heart beats faster with every minute passing by. There is food set at the table, but she has not touched any of it.She feels nauseous. She feels cold. No matter how much she wraps herself in the clothes which cover her body, she still shivers. Minjun is not home. Curfew has been in place for two hours and he is not home. This would not be the first time. Her son toys with the rules the way his father always used to. But the days are different. The world is different. She asked him to be careful, to return home. Far from being naïve, Taeri knows her child has his own life to live. Except tonight; he promised he would return. Tonight, he said he would be here, with her. So where is he?
She stands. She walks to the window. She stares through the rain. She paces. She sits.
Her left leg bounces up and down. Her fingers fiddle with the fabric of her clothes. Her eyes are so focused on the folds of her clothing it is as if she expects him to appear there. For the first hour, she just worried. Now, she wonders whether to report it or not. How long should she wait before raising the alarm? She worries he would get into trouble if it is nothing. What if it is not nothing? What if he has been taken? Could she live with herself if she had been able to stop it and just sat there? Her head falls backwards. Curses slip through her lips. She closes her eyes to think.All she sees in the darkness behind her eyelids is the lifeless body of her child hanging from a rope. The vision sends a shiver through her being.
She stands. She walks to the window. She stares through the rain. She paces.
She must tell Locke. She goes to grab her coat.
A key turns and the front door opens.
As soon as she sees him, she runs to him, grabs onto his being as if to check he is really there. She makes sure he is not hurt, that her mind does not play tricks on her. Her arms wrap around him with a relieved sigh. And then, her blood boils.The fuck do you think you’re doing?! She pushes him away and grabs onto his arm with more force than she really needs do. The adrenaline her body has been building up turns away from her fear to fuel her rage.Do you know how worried I’ve been? There would have been tears in her eyes if the fire burning in her heart hadn’t evaporated them all.Two hours, Minjun. Two fucking hours! Her fingers turn white from the pressure she puts on his arm.Did you not tell me just to piss me off? Or did you happen to forget what’s out there? I don’t know which one is fucking worse. Her laugh is sour – but it also speaks of her pain.Do you want me to come pick you up as if you’re a child? Cause I fucking will. She moves in closer to him, eyes deep in eyes. She might be smaller than him, but she had also always been smaller than his father. It never stopped him from fearing her.Don’t make me call it in every time you think about breaking the rules. The threat of ruining his freedom might not hold. But right now, it shines brighter than anything.You’ll wish the fireflies got to you.
Adrenaline grows and dies. And so she lets him go. Her hands still shake as she sits at the dinner table, as she pushes her untouched plate across the wood towards where he normally sits.Eat. A mother’s apology, some might say.