64 Morning Comes, Life Goes On (1/2)

It was early morning.

Yeo Ri cracked her tired eyes open.

She had a fitful sleep for the remainder of the night. She was too scared to fall asleep, in case that man decided to come back and give them hell.

Yeo Ri closed her eyes tightly for a few seconds before opening them again, inhaling and exhaling deeply.

She pushed herself off the ground.

Hyuk and Gun were both still asleep, looking as restless as she was.

Yeo Ri sat still for a long moment.

She could hear the ticking of the clock loud and clear. The white noise from the heater also provided some sound in the otherwise silent room.

She looked down.

If one were to pull the beddings out of the way, they would find the marks that she had made ages ago.

Slowly, she got up.

Yeo Ri stood in front of the storage closet in their room. Sending a glance towards the two brothers, she slowly pushed the closet open.

Her hands reached out to a familiar tin container.

It was her sewing supplies.

She rummaged the tin box for the thing she needed.

'...Found it,' she breathlessly thought, her eyes holding a slight sense of relief.

She pulled it out from the box and held it close. With one hand, she placed the box back to its spot and closed the closet.

She made her way back to her previous place with it in hand.

She marvelled at it for a second.

A large pair of scissors, mainly used for cutting cloth. It had been in the sewing kit for a very long time; even before she was born. Perhaps it had belonged to her mother, or Hyuk and Gun's birth mother.

She had forgotten about its existence for a long time; there hasn't been any need for it as of late. The last time she had used it was when she mended the curtains in the living room a little over half a year ago.