Yours Truly

1: A Galaxy of Different Milky Ways

Have you seen pure love? Please tell me you have. No no! Not only lovers and chocolates and flowers. The small approval of what you should wear to that date. The hug when you break down. The pure friendship that stays forever. So what if it's a memory?

Her eyes fluttered to the tall lady clicking pictures for the shorter one. How much of a contrast they were.
Lalisa Manoban. Pranpriya. Lisa. Oh, the woman you would become one day! The long limbs and model like face. The bangs giving her a mysteriously youthful image. Her doll like eyes. Lalisa Manoban.
"Lisa-ya, take one from the lower angle."
Jennie Kim. The cold beauty. Eyes as slant as a cat. Cheeks as round as a dumpling. Her smaller frame was made for the runway. And her fashion? Oh, only one can dream for it. That's Jennie Kim for you.

Her eyes fluttered to the other two girls. Feeding each other. In their own worlds. She couldn't help but chuckle.
Kim Jisoo. The oldest of the bunch. The woman every boy bets their heart on. The heart lips and captivating gaze. The healthy glow she radiates.
Next in line was the blonde. You know McDonald's fries? Tall, blonde and gorgeous? That's Rosé for you. Roseanne Park. Park Chaeyoung.
Oh what a heavenly mistake for them to come together. How they complimented each other when together.
They regretted embodying the saying "Opposites Attract". Never once did they have a class together. If Jisoo was getting dressed up for a play, Lisa was on the other side of the building setting up the stereo. If Rosé was trying to perfect her high note, Jennie would be there, trying to find the perfect design for a corset. She would just see it all. Not only see. She would paint it all. So that the memory cpuld last forever.
But in a way, they all came together. Jisoo would play her part, as Jennie had nothing but admiration in her eyes seeing her muse flaunting her dress. Rosé would spend days and nights so that she can sing when Lisa performs. And she? She would just paint her way out. Helping Jennie with drawing the smaller details and materials on her designs. Helping Lisa by painting and customising her stuff. Lifting up Rosé's mood by a caricature when her voice cracks. Or giving Jisoo the set design she wants.

"Sierra?"
Her eyes fluttered towards her friends. Her amber orbs holding gratitude for the four girls who held her hands since forever.
Jennie took Sierra's hands in hers. She felt her eyes soften at her features. Big eyes, plump red lips, freckles on her warm skin, long messy hair. She resembled Merida, just a bit on the chocolate side. She was beautiful. A foreign beauty of some sort.
"Yes, Unnie?"
Jennie gave her a gummy smile, and got back another. Her thumb rubbing the back of her palms.
"You are lost in your own world aren't you? Did you think of another drawing to do?"
"Bold of you to assume I already didn't start."
Sierra held the notebook up without any hesitation. What's there to hesitate? She worked hard. Noticing smaller details. The smile in their eyes.
She personally valued drawings more than pictures. As pictures, can't be twisted. But a drawing? It is what you see. If you see the twinkle, even if it's not their, you'll remember that twinkle centuries later just because you drew it that day. It's a lie, but is given a pass everytime because it's beautiful.

"Here's your milk icecream. And here's the two chocolate sundaes. And the strawberry icecream. Lastly mint chocolate icecream. That's all, right?"
"Yeah Ahjusshi."
The girls chimed. Faces glowing at the sight of icecream. What's more in life than this sweet delicacy?
"So, you scared Unnie?"
Sierra scooped the green-brown delicacy inside her mouth. It was good. A minty aftertaste.
Jennie shrugged, her voice rather low, she dragged her beanie down, hiding her forehead,
"Isn't it the most natural thing to do Ra? I mean, not everyone has vitiligo."
"That means you stand out Mandu. There's nothing wrong with beong born with something. But it's certainly a crime to hide yourself for it."
Jisoo wrapped her arms around the younger girl. She scooted her closer, sharing her warmth. Scooping a bit of the sweet icy delicacy on the wooden spoon. The coldness touching Jennie's soft lips. Icecream was heavenly on it's own, but with friends? Heavenly was an understatement.
"Rosie, did you see..."
"Don't they go to our school?"
8 eyes followed Rosé's long fingers. Her finger nails on a band of lost souls, existing just because they find the world amusing. Goofing around. Living life.
Jennie shrugged,
"Yeah? So? Listen, I don't trust anyone other than you. I've been through a lot. Not everyone should be trusted. Not everyone should be doubted. We go to the same school, so what? All my bullies do too..."
"Jen Unnie..."
Rosé cooed, brows knitted together. Eyes almost watered. Hugging the smaller figurine. Sierra and Lisa exchanged glances. Biting their lips.
"Jennie Unnie, please... It's not you. It's never you."
"I know! But still I got so many haters!"
Sierra fiddled with her fingers. She couldn't bare to see her Unnies cry. But she was scared of hurting her more. Maybe what seems comforting to you, will be nothing less than a nightmare to someone. Sometimes a hug is better than words.

Hair in a bun, hands dipped in paint. Splashing paints on the canvas, as each colour told her a story. The clock was ticking at 3:13 am. So what? Sierra wasn't being able to recreate the magic. It all seemed real. No denying it. But she wanted a magic from them. Why couldn't she?
A image stuck at the back of her mind. Why couldn't she replicate the things she saw. No! Not just a pair of eyes! That's way too simple.
Why can't she express the galaxy? The small black hole of a mole under his eye. One eye innocent like the heaven. The other mischievous, a devil.
Slumping on the ground. Weary spreading through her limbs. The brushes rolled away from her. Paint splattered over her.
"There's always a tomorrow, but tomorrow comes everyday. Get up, before you forget it."