Bittersweet

41: Nyctophile

The wind whistled around her windows. The bedsheets crinkled as she rolled over. Her heartbeat felt twice as loud and... Alone. Yeah, she was alone and cold. She slowly got up and sat on the windowsill.
The wind sighed, so did she. The breeze teasing her skeleton figurine through the night dress. She hates to admit it, but she misses him. She misses him an unhealthy amount. She thinks about him more than there are stars in the milky way.
She rested her head on her knees. Feeling nauseous. Her head light and eyes blurry. Her legs swinging. As if a magnetic pull towards the ground, she felt the sudden urge to fall. Fall hard...
"Kiera!"
Rosé's shrill voice brought her back. She chuckled,
"Again Rosie Unnie?"
Cold tears strolled down her heterochromic eyes as her lips parted in a painful smile. Her hair messier and her bones poking out.
"I can't let you die Kiera."
Rosé said as she pulled a chair next to the windowsill. Her knees hugged close to her chest. Her eyes wandered across the sky. Why was it him that she can't forget? Why is it that she see's his light coloured eyes in reflections of every cloud? Why does the air around her smell like him? Why does every road just lead back to him? But no! She won't be the one to accept the mistakes this time. Her ego's been already bruised enough.
"Kiera, does everything remind you of Taehyung Oppa, just like everything reminds me of Jimin nowadays?"
Kiera smirked,
"No. Taehyung reminds me of everything actually, not the opposite. The sweet scoldings he gave me for skipping my meals, remind me of having atleast one bite. The way he smiled when I laughed, reminds me of sometimes letting go of tears and flash my dimples. The way his fingers ran through my locks, remind me never to tie up my hair. Everything isn't Taehyung. It's actually, Taehyung is in my everything. He is in my head always. A beautiful night doesn't remind me of him. It is the vague memory of his, which reminds me to admire the beauty of the night alongside the memories we made under various nights like this.  A strong cup of coffee isn't in what I find Taehyung. Taehyung's memories in which he sneaked in caramel macchiatos for me reminds me to drink one cup to drive away the drowsiness. I'm not making sense... I know. But atleast I can feel every word I say."
Her eyes drifted away towards the crying skyline. A sudden emptiness inside her heart, the good kind of course. She felt something. Something indescribable.
Rosé on the other hand thought about the simplest things that reminded her of Park Jimin. The food stalls outside reminded her of him. A bottle of soju or an elegant glass of wine reminded her of him. The roses and rings even the eyeliner she applies all just take her mind and heart towards Jimin. As if everything is screaming his name. The coffee cups and the cappuccino blend. Everything reminds her of Park Jimin.

"Ladies, do you, by any chance, have room for one more?"
Rosé turned around, only to witness Tzuyu. Tzuyu, who used to hate even being around Kiera, is now asking for their company. Kiera just scoffed.
"Yeah, Tzuyu. Please join us."
Rosé said as she led her into the dark room. Tzuyu pointed towards the otherside of the cabin. There laid a young woman, her gorgeous body covered with a blanket. Only her mandu cheeks poking out,
"That's Diamonds, right?"
"For fuck's sake, I'm older than you!"
Jennie sat bolt upright. Her tone threatening. Rosé stammered, seeing her Unnie awake, but Kiera just smirked. She knew when Jennie was pretending. Jennie was easy to read.
"Unnie, you've been awake the whole time?"
Rosé gulped thin air. Tzuyu felt her eyes widen in an unnecessary huge way,
"Why are you calling her Unnie, Unnie?"
Rosé tucked her loose hair behind her ears. This was it. Would it be too bad? Tzuyu is a friend, after all.
"Um... Tzuyu, it's just that... Maybe I didn't tell you yet..."
"Everyone younger than me, must fucking call me Unnie! Got that?"
Jennie said in her usual tone. Her eyes rolled on their own. She never expected Rosé to be such an easy spiller. Good thing she was there.
Tzuyu just nodded. She sat on the bed. Keeping her distance from both the girls and Rosé. Jennie walked towards the window,
"Can you both stop hiding your feelings? I'm pretty sure you both wouldn't spill if you knew I was awake. Just do it. Maybe I can help."
Kiera chuckled,
"Unnie, we still love the guy we broke up with but don't wanna show it."
"Then why did you break up?"
"Maybe right person, wrong time?"
"It's a stupid concept! If they are your right person, then fuck a wrong timing!"
"It's easy for you to say Unnie, Namjoon Oppa and you just click."
"So you and Taehyung didn't? Rosie, what about you and Jimin?"
Rosé's eyes fluttered towards Kiera as she chewed her bottom lip. Kiera was smirking,
"Not gonna lie, Taehyung and I did click. But it's just that we can't merge. We aren't meant to merge..."
"Since when did you start thinking about these kinda stuff?"
Jennie crossed her arms. Kiera's pupils shaking, yet her eyes fixed on the clouds calling for rain,
"Since I fell in love with a good boy."
Kiera didn't want to cry. But her mind? Her heart? They were against it! Taehyung had taught her to embrace her emotions. He had engraved it at the back of her brain deeply. To the extent of her having no control over her emotions now. To the extent of not being able to appear emotionless now.
There was nothing in this one sentence that can make a person cry. It's just it hurts her. She's ashamed yet blushing at the thought of loving a goodboy. It's just that, they are nothing now. It stings her. It stings her that they drifted apart.
Jennie just wrapped her arms around the 99 liner. She placed her chin on Kiera's shoulder.
"I'm sorry KiKi."
Kiera didn't answer. She spread her hand and started feeling the tears. The tears the sky especially sent for her. The cold subtle tears. 

As if the rain was running through their souls. They felt a certain emotion each, as rain described many things and brought back hundreds of memories for them. It just felt as if their loved ones were showering down on them in the form of pure rain.