Ever since she can remember, there's been a voice in her head, and it's been telling her other people's thoughts.
Her first memory is grainy and black-and-white, like an old period film, with everyone moving around her in slow, excruciating motion. Her mother's lips move up and down, saying something (Perhaps we should get you a new frock), and thinking something else (she spoiled the last one I bought her, after all). It's banal, but Seohyun remembers her mother's thoughts like the back of her hand.
She can hear the neighbourhood bully's thoughts as he pushes her off the swing (that wimp, I'll have to shut her up before she starts crying), and she can hear the nerdy guy a few seats ahead as he pens what he thinks are anonymous love notes to her (dear Seohyun— or should I start with my love Seohyun?). She can hear the teacher's first thoughts as an oral test is announced in class, but she shuts herself off quickly before Tiffany's looks can get any more withering.
You're lucky to have such a great power, sighs Tiffany, looking longingly at Seohyun. If only I were you, she says, wringing her hands. If only.
I wish you were me, says Seohyun sincerely, then you'd understand. But Tiffany only scoffs at her like she can't believe Seohyun. I can't believe you, she accuses, shaking her head slowly. You can't be serious.
I am, insists Seohyun, offering a small smile, but Tiffany misses it — because Taeyeon comes up behind Seohyun then, all smiles and fond clappings on Seohyun and Tiffany's shoulders, and Tiffany lights up like the lights on a Christmas tree at her sight. She also thinks something, and although Seohyun tries to shut herself up, it's too late: her chest feels clammy, and her heart lands with a thud, like it's too heavy.
snsd, seohyun/tiffany, super powers
Ever since she can remember, there's been a voice in her head, and it's been telling her other people's thoughts.
Her first memory is grainy and black-and-white, like an old period film, with everyone moving around her in slow, excruciating motion. Her mother's lips move up and down, saying something (Perhaps we should get you a new frock), and thinking something else (she spoiled the last one I bought her, after all). It's banal, but Seohyun remembers her mother's thoughts like the back of her hand.
She can hear the neighbourhood bully's thoughts as he pushes her off the swing (that wimp, I'll have to shut her up before she starts crying), and she can hear the nerdy guy a few seats ahead as he pens what he thinks are anonymous love notes to her (dear Seohyun— or should I start with my love Seohyun?). She can hear the teacher's first thoughts as an oral test is announced in class, but she shuts herself off quickly before Tiffany's looks can get any more withering.
You're lucky to have such a great power, sighs Tiffany, looking longingly at Seohyun. If only I were you, she says, wringing her hands. If only.
I wish you were me, says Seohyun sincerely, then you'd understand. But Tiffany only scoffs at her like she can't believe Seohyun. I can't believe you, she accuses, shaking her head slowly. You can't be serious.
I am, insists Seohyun, offering a small smile, but Tiffany misses it — because Taeyeon comes up behind Seohyun then, all smiles and fond clappings on Seohyun and Tiffany's shoulders, and Tiffany lights up like the lights on a Christmas tree at her sight. She also thinks something, and although Seohyun tries to shut herself up, it's too late: her chest feels clammy, and her heart lands with a thud, like it's too heavy.
(Taeyeon looks really beautiful today)