Giselle

3.

“a drink and company is good for drama—”

"Cheers!" Big glasses filled with beer clanked, a little beverage spilling over the rim as a group of friends celebrated. Migyung had a glass of wine against her lips, observing the group of youngsters enjoying themselves from her place on the bar.

She felt a little jealous seeing them, a little lonely too. Throughout her childhood and teenage, her only aim, dream and passion had been dancing. Becoming the best of the best. And in that process, she had missed out on a lot of things. Especially friends.

Sure she had her dancer friends and friends made through family connections but those came with an ulterior motive. Park Heejae was different though. She was cut out from a different fabric.

"Eh hey, look at you sipping on wine like a celebrity," the said woman slipped in beside her, cutting through the noisy silence around her. Migyung gave her a bright smile. "I am a celebrity, my love," she said, watching her drinking partner order a Scotch. Maybe she would order it for herself after finishing the wine bottle she ordered first.

"Of course, we all are celebrities," the blonde haired woman said with a bitter chuckle. Migyung nudged her with her elbow. "Come on now, we really were celebrities a few years ago. You have a whole ass album which did quite good and I... I was dancing in Paris, Russia, New York, London... Everywhere."

"Yeah, I remember. You were the true star though. I didn't even want the attention," Heejae said with a wry smile, ordering a refill. "Anyways, how's work?"

"It's as good as always. Ezra is a tough person to handle though. They won't listen to me about taking a hiatus. It'd help so much," Migyung sighed, running a hand through her long hair.

Heejae patted her friend's shoulder empathetically. "You can get through this, Migyung. Just show off your amazing tits and he'll be putty in your hands."

Migyung couldn't help but burst out laughing at her friend's words. "My goodness, Heejae. Filter in the public please and I'm guessing you are one of those people who believes Ezra is a guy."

"I am! There is no way a woman could write such intense fighting scenes. And if it is a woman, she must be one hell of a fighter."

Migyung chuckled, "I won't say anything to that either. I can't take Ezra's privacy and trust away just because you are my friend."

"I wouldn't want you to. Let's stick to our personal life drama and throw away the work related talk. People like us already don't find many friends," Heejae said with a wink, clinking their glasses together.

And so, they talked about their personal drama till it was midnight.

As Migyung walked home that night, she had a lot of things on her mind. Her feet were sluggish, her brain even more but the cold wind sobered her with every gust. It cut through her skin, making her pull her coat closer to her as a chill traveled through her.

It might not be considered safe for a woman walking this late at night but it didn't deter Migyung. Night brought comfort for her rather than fear. Nothing much scared her anymore after that accident. Not even death.

Her fall as a dancer had been a hot topic in the contemporary art world. Newspapers and reporters had hanged out outside her parents' house like vultures waiting to snatch a piece of meat. She had been so depressed back then, she had tried ending her life multiple times. Those dark memories still lived on in form of scars on Migyung's milky wrists.

Stopping in her tracks, she turned to look at the river. The lights from the bridge sparkled over the dark water, creating distorted figures. Pulling out a cigarette, she walked closer to the railings.

Climbing over the railings, she settled on the thin bar but the beam holding it gave a wide space for her to sit on her. Migyung's legs hanged over the river, swinging them back and forth as she took a deep puff of the cherry flavoured cigarette. It didn't compare to weed, it didn't make her feel high but she had to wait till she got home.

She knew this was dangerous, not the sitting on the railing part but the cigarette part. She had always known it was harmful for her health in a more painful way than slicing her wrists. But she didn't know how to keep herself from jumping down from the bridge, ending her life instantly. This kept her sane enough.

Shaking her head, she let the now finished cigarette let fall in the river. She pulled out another one, guarding the flame from her lighter from the strong, cold wind by cupping her hand around it. She took a deep puff, smiling as she saw the smoke ring flow up.

The noise of traffic behind her was non existent. There weren't many cars or bikes at this time. It was pretty late and the silence around her let her relax. Relaxing was a wrong choice.

"Wait! Don't jump!" A loud voice screamed, startling Migyung and she felt her heart leaping out of her throat as her body slipped down the bar.

A/N:

Can you guess who screamed at Migyung?
Next chapter is going to be fun ;)

Thank you for reading!!