Back to You (A Married at first sight story)

Chapter 4 part 3- A Month and 2 Weeks Earlier

Getting in the swing of things at work was easier than she thought. The new co-workers' May was around were all very friendly and easy to get along with, mostly.

And although in this library that had to do a bit more, it wasn't that bad. She worked on the second floor on the back of the adult section next to the computer room that you have to walk through to reach her. She was filling out orders and typing emails. Like she usually does.

It was close to 2:30, and a handful of people were still reading and working at the tables spread around the room. It was tranquil. That was until you heard the beating of hordes of students from every level of education run up and down to stairs to use the library.

Since May was in the "18 and above" section, she never really saw the younger kids unless they mistakenly walked, and she had directed a few out to the youth section, which was a floor up. May listened in continuing her work when something, or to say, someone, caught her eye from the screen that made her heart jump.

Hair pinned into a ponytail, that uniform blazer had a bright yellow logo that says "Saint Reginald's Hight school." She came in with books in hand, her pink glasses standing with all the other colors she held on.

"Fûck." May thought to herself, making herself look more shorter so the big computer screen could cover her. The girl walked in and went straight to the closes table to the librarian's and set her stuff down. "She's not supposed to be in here, right? Right? How old was she when we last saw each other?" May did the quick math and whimpered quietly. 18. Senior year.

And as if it couldn't have gotten any worse, she got up and walked towards her, to save herself, turned her chair facing away from the computer and to her drawers, where items for the library were stored.

"Excuse me, Miss," the girls' voice entered May's ears. She pretended she was looking for something, and it would not be polite to send her away. May cleared her voice.

"Yes? Do you need something?"

"I wonder if you know where I can find this book?" May hears the unfolding of paper and thinks if she should turn around or not. Then, making a quick decision, she holds her hand out behind her. There was a pause, and then a May felt a piece of paper in her hand. She pulls her hand back to look at it—my Uncle Napoleon by Iraj Pezeshkzad.

"I can check if we have the book; if not, I can order in it for you."

"Great, thanks." Another pause. This was the moment May was supposed to turn around to get to the computer, revealing herself to the girl and carrying on like she did know who she was. But that didn't happen. Instead, may literary got from her seat and went straight into the rows of books on shelves. She thought the girl would stay put, but she heard her walking right behind her. They walked for what seemed like forever. Finally, they make it to the fictional section. Looking at the author again, then check the name of the books. She made sure to keep her back to the girl.

"Is it weird that even though I can't see your face? You remind me of someone I used to know."

"Oh really?" May, now invested in finding the book for the girl to notice that she had walked out behind her seeing her face. The girls' eyes widened in disbelief, shock; she wanted to cry.

She missed her.
She missed May.

And she hated how things had come to an end.

"May." Mays' attention now goes to the girl; she saw how her eyes are glossing up and couldn't help but smile at her reassuringly, sighing. She finally greets her.

"Hey there, Yoo-Jung."

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Kim Yoo-Jung, 18, senior at Saint Reginald's High School. Long and vital dream to become an actress. Extremely talkative when given a chance. But she is an adorable girl once you get to know her. And allergic to peaches and cherries. These were the main things that May allowed herself to remember about Yoo-Jung, as they now say outside the library with hot chocolate that May bought them. They both didn't talk in the beginning, very awkward even.

"So...How have you been?" Yoo-Jung started.

"Good. How about you?"

"Same." That seemed like the end of that conversation. Yoo-Jung was at a loss, she was never really lost for words when talking to people, but here she was trying to come up with something to say. "You work here now?"

"Yes. It's my first day."

"Congrats. I sometimes come here to do work. And sometimes join events that take place here."

"That's good." May nodded. They hadn't been outside long, and it already felt as though their hot chocolate was starting to go cold. Yoo-Jung avoided the big questions, knowing that they were sensitive, but couldn't help talk about it.

"May, about what happened-" May cuts her off with a lift of her hand to stop Yoo-Jung from continuing. "Sorry."

"Don't be; it's just a hard subject to get by sometimes. I'd rather keep it in the back of my brain."

"I know, but what happened there was unfair to you...And him." She says that last part lowly but still heard it. Yoo-Jung looked at her cup, not wanting to finish it anymore.

"It just wasn't meant to be."

"Don't quote her," Yoo-Jung warned.

"Like I would ever." May joked, smiling. "These are my words and my words only." Yoo-Jung pouts. "It's okay. I'll live." She puts her around Yoo-Jung rubbing her shoulder, telling her everything is going to be okay.

After some more talking, May looked at her watch. 3:45 pm.

"It's getting late, and I get off in 5 minutes. Do you have anyone coming to pick you up?" Yoo-Jung gave her a smug look straightening her blazer under her coat.

"You're talking to an 18-year-old now, May. I don't need to wait for anybody anymore!" She jumped excitedly at her new freedom. She has been waiting for this day her whole life. Since she was the only girl and youngest in her family, she was constantly watched, told what to do, giving her curfews on when she should be home. Her brothers never had to go through any of that. She couldn't help but feel jealous.

"Okay, miss 18," May joked, "How are you getting home then?" Yoo-Jung checked her watch then nodded.

"The train doesn't come until 4. I got time."

"You do know then you should've left 10 minutes ago then? Unfortunately, the nearest terminal is four blocks away; you won't make it."

"Not if I run." Yoo-Jung was about to sprint down the stairs when May grabbed the bookbag, dragging her back.

"Hold on there. I will drive you there. Knowing you, you might get run over by a car or worse." Yoo-Jung was about to protest, but she was already getting pulled back into the library to pack her things for May.

May couldn't help but look at the now woman sitting next to her on the way there. She grew up and matured nicely, not uncommonly, but her resilience makes up for it. She pulls to a curb by the opening.

"Yoo-Jung-" it was Yoo-Jung's turn to lift her hand to stop May.

"Don't worry; I won't tell anyone." May looked her to continue, "or anything about this day. It'll be our secret." The two hugged tightly, missing the moments they had before everything turned black. Yoo-Jung left a minute later and May drove back to Rita's place.