Kim In Suk
She wondered what sorts of friends Fontaine might have. The other girl's response had told her that the number was probably small but In Suk couldn't imagine that the number would be none at all. It couldn't possibly be, right? Even In Suk herself, maybe she had friends. A person she smile and nodded at from time to time. Somebody to pass a casual conversation by. Was that friendship, then? Were Fontaine's friendships the same as In Suk's?
The thought was a bit saddening. If their friendships were the same, then this would be the deepest any relationship could possibly go. She wasn't even thinking of a romance, just a friendship as shown in her mother's awful and weepyand incredibly griping dramas. That sort of thing that lasts a lifetime and not in the I met this person in high school and I sometimes Like their comments on FaceBook sort of way.
Or maybe this was the start of one of those drama friendships. That would be nice, right? The thought was almost dreamy. In Suk liked to think of herself of practical but the truth was, sometimes in the long stretches, she liked to just imagine. Looking at the shop, she smile, nodded, gripped Fontaine's hand tighter and hoped.
It was funny how lonely somebody could feel after finally meeting somebody that they wished would stick around.
She wondered what sorts of friends Fontaine might have. The other girl's response had told her that the number was probably small but In Suk couldn't imagine that the number would be none at all. It couldn't possibly be, right? Even In Suk herself, maybe she had friends. A person she smile and nodded at from time to time. Somebody to pass a casual conversation by. Was that friendship, then? Were Fontaine's friendships the same as In Suk's?
The thought was a bit saddening. If their friendships were the same, then this would be the deepest any relationship could possibly go. She wasn't even thinking of a romance, just a friendship as shown in her mother's awful and weepy
Or maybe this was the start of one of those drama friendships. That would be nice, right? The thought was almost dreamy. In Suk liked to think of herself of practical but the truth was, sometimes in the long stretches, she liked to just imagine. Looking at the shop, she smile, nodded, gripped Fontaine's hand tighter and hoped.
It was funny how lonely somebody could feel after finally meeting somebody that they wished would stick around.