Jimin had that look in his eyes as if he wanted to stay despite the girl's moodiness. He was willing to put little fluff ball down, wave the bus over for it to depart so that their conversation could flow. Suri looked into his eyes, grey and patterned in an intricate way, like the works of Vincent Van Gogh. A slight smile, she thought, wouldn't do any harm.
Finding hope was always an easy thing for Suri. Above all, trying to share that hope was one of her dreams. The one thing that Suri desired the most was to keep shedding that rare light that is missing in between these cold and brutal brick walls. Every corner that she turned to was a projection of those walls. Those walls that have pained through lie, betrayal, fake personas, and aggression. Though, she thought, there must have been much heart expanding moments here, as she walked towards her bus stop to commute to work.