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Jiyeon was perfect.
No other words could describe how entranced Hyunjung was when she first saw those crescent shaped eyes formed along the beautiful curve of her smile.
Jiyeon was everything she needed. How fitting her arms circled around Hyunjung’s neck, torso and hips gliding and flowing to the rhythm Hyunjung had set for them to follow along to. How gentle her words were while they guided themselves through soft tunes, as if speaking any louder would break the mellow atmosphere around them.
Jiyeon was beautiful. So, so mesmerizing in her white summer dress, hair swaying gently as she stared at Hyunjung like she deserves everything nice in the world. The orange hue of the kitchen lamp somehow made her skin glow, reflecting the shine of Hyunjung’s initials on the necklace that stops in between her prominent collarbone.
They made do with the limited space they had in the kitchen. A few bumps here and there, Hyunjung’s ankle on the chair’s leg, Jiyeon’s hips against the round table, Hyunjung’s shoulder bumping the cupboard that held her mother’s kitchenware collection.
Yet, they continued still. With laughter and light kisses as they chase after the tempo that started to pick up. Hyunjung’s hands firm around Jiyeon’s waist. Jiyeon’s dainty fingers interlocked around her neck loosely.
Playful kisses were shared.
Passionate words were said.
Promises were made in hushed whispers.
In the corner of Jiyeon’s crinkled eyes, Hyunjung had imagined there were joyful tears when she told her that she wished to spend her whole life with her. She was certain, unyielding that Jiyeon cared for her plenty.
Jiyeon was perfect.
She was perfect still when she cried on Hyunjung’s shoulder, wetting her white shirt as she apologized for something Hyunjung had had a hard time understanding.
She was certain that back then, Jiyeon had smiled as tears fell down her cheeks. Yet this time, why did the tears make her chest feel so painful?
Jiyeon’s evasive gaze.
Jiyeon’s words that went unheard as she stared at those trembling lips.
Jiyeon’s hand that shook from the cold air, different from that warm summer night of their third anniversary.
Despite how different she seemed to Hyunjung at the moment, Hyunjung was constant at admiring her. Constant with her feelings for her.
Never changing. Never ceased even for one moment.
Someone better. Replace.
Who was Hyunjung without Jiyeon by her side?
How was Hyunjung going to replace somebody so faultless?
How was Hyunjung going to replace Jiyeon?
She wanted to call out to Jiyeon. To stop whatever they were doing right now on the roadside in early December, as cold started to gradually seep through their coats.
She wanted to beg. Beg Jiyeon to stay. To stop her and asked her to talk it out with her. Tell her what went wrong. What was needed to fix the crumbled state they were in.
Yet Jiyeon wouldn’t listen anymore.
Hyunjung didn’t remember when.
When did the pieces start falling apart?
When did her smile start to look less sincere?
When did she stop loving Hyunjung?
Heels turned.
Farewells were uttered.
Jiyeon wouldn’t even look at her anymore.
Not like how she daringly met Hyunjung’s eyes that night.
Hyunjung tried.
Tried to reach out her hand, but Jiyeon had distanced herself from her.
Tried calling out her name one last time, but it had been drowned out by the bustling city noises around them.
Jiyeon left Hyunjung there.
To grief in her pain on her own.
To make her question all her actions.
To make her wonder what went wrong.