Yours For The Weekend

7

Jisoo was told to spend the night at home by my mother, much to my surprise. The idea of sharing a bed with her was daunting and awkward, but I had no choice. I tried to convince my mother that I would sleep next to Alice and let Jisoo have my room, but she dismissed my idea and insisted that we share. Jisoo, who lives just across the street from us, surprised me by agreeing to stay the night and even asked for my permission. Despite my initial hesitation, I was secretly delighted to have her stay the night. 

As we settled into bed, I closed my eyes tightly, unsure if Jisoo was already asleep. I didn't want to make things any more awkward by opening my eyes and catching her staring at me. We lay there in silence for what felt like hours, our breathing the only sound in the room. I could hear the wind howling outside, a sign of the blizzard that was expected to hit that night. I remained still, my eyes shut, trying to will myself to sleep.

After a while, I felt a slight movement beside me. It could have been Jisoo getting up, but I didn't dare open my eyes to check. Suddenly, I felt her turn around, her back probably facing me. I lay there, still pretending to sleep, but my heart was pounding with anticipation. Eventually, my curiosity got the best of me, and I opened my eyes. To my surprise, Jisoo was wide awake, her warm brown eyes locked on mine. I felt a surge of electricity between us, and I couldn't help but stare back at her.

The room was so quiet that I could hear every breath that we took. Jisoo's beauty, which I had forgotten over the years, was captivating. Her eyes sparkled in the dim light, and I couldn't help but admire her features. She was just as stunning in person as she was in pictures, maybe even more so. For a moment, I forgot about the awkwardness of the situation and was lost in the moment, just enjoying her presence.

I was tempted to look away, to break the spell that had been cast between us, but I couldn't. Jisoo's gaze was intense and unyielding, as if she was trying to memorize my face. I felt a sense of vulnerability, as if she could see into my soul. Despite the silence in the room, it felt as if a million unspoken words were being exchanged between us. 

As Jisoo and I stare at each other, my mind starts to replay memories of us, both happy and sad. I'm transported back to the moment we first met and the painful moment when we parted ways. It's as if all the memories we shared are rushing back to me, and for a moment, I'm lost in the past. Then, abruptly, all the memories come to a halt, and I'm back in the present, fixated on Jisoo.

A warm tear runs down my cheek, catching me off guard. I can feel a lump forming in my throat, and I try to hold back the tears. But it's as if my emotions have a life of their own, and my tears flow freely, as if my brain can't catch up with my body's reaction.

It's as if I'm realizing for the first time how much I need Jisoo in my life. I knew I missed her, but it's only now that I realize how incomplete I felt without her.

Jisoo breaks the silence by pulling her hand out from under the duvet and holding it tightly in her palm. She lets out a sigh and wipes away my tears with her sleeve. Her touch feels electric, and it's as if my body has been yearning for her touch. I miss her terribly.

Jisoo wipes away my tears without saying a word, and all I can do is hold onto her wrist while I cry. I feel like a child, crying with my face tucked in my arms, but instead of my own arm, I'm using hers. Jisoo lifts her other hand and places it on the side of my head, as if to comfort me.

"Why did you let me go?" I ask, my voice breaking. My words come out blaming, but when we're hurt, we tend to point fingers and believe that we're not responsible for our pain. "You should've proposed that night...," I continue between sobs, "I would've said yes." Jisoo doesn't say a word, just stares at me with her brown eyes. I let my tears flow more freely as my sobs mingle with the sound of the strong wind outside.

"I know your dreams better than anyone else in the world," she begins, her voice soft but certain. "I would have gone with you during your father's funeral, but a part of it was pursuing what your father wanted for you... and what you wanted for yourself. I don't want you to regret anything, because that will make you sad, and that is the last thing I want to happen. I can give you a ring, but I cannot give you your dream."

I feel the weight of her words settle heavily in my chest. She knows me so well, it's almost scary. "And did you think leaving you wouldn't make me sad?" I ask, my voice cracking with emotion. She doesn't say anything this time, but her eyes are filled with understanding.

"I can chase my dream while still being with you, you of all people should know that," I say, my voice gaining confidence. I can't imagine giving up on my dream, but I also can't imagine living without her.

"And I know that if it all comes down to some slump and you are forced to choose and focus on only one... I know that you will choose me, and I feel selfish for that." My heart swells at her words. She knows me so well. I am living an incredible life right now by doing what I love... And she is correct; I would give up everything to be with her.

"What if I regret not staying with you?" I ask, the tears now flowing freely down my cheeks. Her gaze softens as she blinks a few times.

"It's something that most people can't do, so don't regret pursuing your dreams," she says, her voice gentle and soothing.

"I've done it now, so... What now?" I ask, feeling lost and uncertain. I close my eyes, hoping that the weight of my tears will ease the pain in my chest.

"Make another choice for yourself," she says softly, her hand reaching out to brush away my tears. Her touch sends shivers down my spine, reminding me of all the times she comforted me in the past. I hold onto her wrist, feeling grateful for her presence. She is the only one who can soothe my soul.