⟪ — ahjumny & moondust - godfrey gao & ahn hani. ⟫

@moondust Hani dragged herself through the door, throwing her keys down on the dining room table. She was heavy and exhausted but didn't even have the strength to make it to the bedroom. Instead, she plopped down in the couch and rested her head back against it. Her head was pounding after another day looking for a job without any outcome. It had become her day-to-day routine for months, but it was wearing on her. Why was it so hard? She was young, healthy and pretty. Not to mention she could do pretty much anything. She never thought it would be this hard to live on her own. It was exhausting. Luckily her parents cared enough to send her some money every month. Enough to eat and pay the bills, but it was just another weight on her shoulders. She hated to depend on them.

"You should have done as I said. Pre-law would have given you better choices." Her father would say.

"I told you so, darling." Her mother would say.

She hated to hear those words, especially because she knew it was nothing but the truth. And she hated that too. She hated everything about her life at that moment.

Maybe not everything. She didn't hate him.

Godfrey was his name. They met because of a misdialed phone number, and after that, he too had become part of her routine. Or his voice, better said. She loved his voice and the things it did to her. It always made her forget about her problems and the crappy life she was taking. When he called, or she called, the world outside seemed to disappear for hours. It seemed to have never existed in the first place. She liked it more when he called, because it meant he had been thinking about her. And the thought of it made her smile.

Despite her attempts to meet him in person or see his face, Godfrey always seemed to find an excuse not to show himself. He wasn't ready. At least that was what he told her all the time. And she understood, because what else could she do besides hope he would be ready one day?

With exaggerated effort, Hani pulled her phone out of her pocket and scrolled down the screen for his number. It was 9PM, but she hoped he wasn't busy. She really needed to hear his voice.