Bad Timing - Jiara (JJ Maybank & Kiara Carrera)

Chapter 8

The experience of an emotion results from the brain, heart and body acting in a concert, yet what good could come from dancing alone with your organs with no audience?

"With no one else around, I think this is the perfect time to discuss our problems and work through them" Sarah declared, and it looked like she's been practicing her lines that she thought would be unauthentic, yet the seriousness on her face was the complete opposite of fake.

"Sarah, I'm really tired, can we talk about it tomorrow?" Kiara asked, a scant of whining in her voice. Silence was the reply, for as Sarah and Kiara laid on an annoyingly small couch and the other on a hospital bed, which by itself described how uncomfortable it was, they faced the darkness of the ceiling. Kiara's stiches were successfully removed, or that's what the doctors told her. Now they just need to remove the tube supporting your lung when they find her ready to breath on her own. 

One more week to go and she'll be out of this paradise. Truth was, she loved it here. Free food, extra professional care, constant validation; it was paradise. 

"you looked at his lips like you were seeing color for the first time" Out of nowhere, Kiara blunts out, accelerating her own heartbeat. Sarah was tranquil for a moment, as if pondering the statement. 

"I did not." Sarah stated with a sudden chuckle, "I simply gazed over a direction and they were there" If the lights were on Kiara would see Sarah shrugging her shoulders absentmindedly. 

"then why did you have that look on your face?" Kiara queried in the dreading silence, knowing Sarah fully understood who and what they were talking about. 

"what look?" Sarah sighed, her voice catching on the words, as if wanting the world to stop in it tacks. It wasn't pleasant to attempt a description, neither for her nor Sarah, but sometimes overthinking can be self-protection.

Sometimes, overthinking is a weapon that could protect you from the harsh truths of reality.

"you look at him in a certain way when you see him," Kiara entranced herself, searching for the right words from the long list she knows to word Sarah's eyes on JJ. "it's like you're looking at prom dresses" The comparison would have been funny if JJ Maybank wasn't they guy the two bestfriends were talking about. Kie tried to imagine any guy, she tried to imagine just giving her friend a piece of her advice, but the reality was, Sarah fell in love with JJ, and reality sucked, and no overthinking could prepare Kiara Carrera for that type of crisis. 

"so?" Sarah inhaled a sharp breath, unaware of how having her eyes fixated on JJ's movements could break of the friendships terribly, unwary of how her feelings, whatever she they were, could come in between them.

"You're in love with prom dresses"

Silence again. The dreading silence made Kiara feel horrible. That was the only extreme word she would use to describe how she feet, and it still wouldn't do her justice. Double that horribleness was what Sarah was feeling, for she wasn't scared of Kiara biting her head off, but she was absolutely terrified of the guilt eating her inside out.

"I understand if you want me to leave and die from a terrible disease that has no cure so that I would never come back" Sarah joked, yet her voice couldn't be more definitive.

"No, stay." Kiara uttered, voice finally too tired to add any more to that.

The experience of an emotion results from the brain, heart and body acting in a concert, yet what good could come from dancing alone with your organs with no audience?