Yours Truly

5: The moon sheds light on my tender heart

He saw her silhoutte. Again. He couldn't help but walk down the same route. He wanted to have the same little moment they had last night. Not expecting to have another like that. Still, a small feeling fluttering inside him.
"Lady!"
Sierra felt her heartbeat get louder. Her cheeks rose higher. Her gummy smile wider,
"You came! I-um-you know- I mean, nice to meet you again dear sir."
He couldn't help but notice the giddiness in her husky warm voice. He bowed to her, she curtsied. As if it has turned into a ritual between them. Both ending the moment with a chuckle.
"Glad you liked my company, dear lady. It's just that, I loved your company equally, or more than you. Hope I'm not offending you by the latter part."
"Not at all Monsieur."
Her giggles felt like melody to him. Maybe he yearned so much for a friend. Or possibly he lacked the person he kept on writing things for.
"Were you waiting for me?"
Wouldn't it be too weird if she just said yes? Her fingers fiddling with the hem of her oversized t-shirt. The wind blowing her hair. Whispering second thoughts in her ear. Should she? Maybe liars are loved more.
He guessed it. The vague discomfort. He smirked. He was weird all along. People called him names for that. Maybe the question was too straight forward for her. Maybe she was trying to read between lines. But actually the line didn't exist.
"Cause I was."
"Really?"
Sierra felt a swarm of tickles run down her heart. She had to giggle. It was a natural reflex. Her hand on her waist, eyes on the blurry silhouette of the man. It was stupid of her. He could be anyone. A creep. A psycho. But he was addictive. She couldn't get him out of her head. A crush of some sort.
"Really Mademoiselle."
"Well then Monsieur. I was waiting for you as well."
"You know, we might wake your neighbours up, right?"
His hands in his pocket, he was swinging his leg. He didn't like the idea of staying still. The moonlight hitting his back. He looked nothing less than a prince that ran away to avoid all the royal tasks and live life.
"We might. But I'm enjoying this moment."
"Let's get to know each other better. Maybe we know each other from the broad daylight."
"Nope. I like this better. You wouldn't like me other than that."
"I would like you however you'll be. Let me bet that."
His voice was assuring. He was confident. Sierra couldn't find the lie in it. But again, she trusted people too easily.
"Well, then I'm going to take all your sweet time Monsieur. Let's keep this infatuation going. Waiting for a fruit makes it taste sweeter."
He chuckled. Her husky voice worked a magic on him. He liked the mystery flowing around in the air. As if she was an enchantress and he was under a spell.
"I'll wait forever. I'll stroll by till then. If you don't mind, that is."
It was about time she went to bed. The night was calling. Yes. But she needed to be away from him. His addiction is growing on her. As if under a spell.
"Tomorrow, same time, same place?"
"Anything that makes you smile Mademoiselle."
"Farewell then Monsieur. Au revoir doux prince."
He saw her slide back in, through the small window. Maybe that was her room. Who cares? He only cared about the roof.
Should he hold his peace and silence? Should he end the conversation here? Should he just let her go? But his heart doesn't want to. He wants to make her laugh. Again.
"Seems like you are pretty fluent in french. Your accent seems natural. Taking a wild guess. You are half french."
Her giggles flowed to his ears. As if a siren's call. Making his heart flutter.
"From my mother's side. My mère's from Paris."
"Bonne nuit mademoiselle."
He curtsied. She liked the way french rolled off his tongue. Not all natural. A bit off at some times. But still, wasn't it pleasurable. His husky, deep voice compared with the language of love. Whoever he was, Sierra loved his company.

The magic had worked again. She couldn't believe it. How? Why? Tears escaping her eyes. Drop by drop. On her collarbone was a tattoo. Very thin ink. Saranghae. A word from her dad's side. A word from the place she dwells in. Her fingers going back and forth, rubbing the tattoo. It stubs. It's true.
Her fingers trailed on the keyboard. Making mistakes in between. Autocorrect.

Unnie, the magic isn't a one time thing.

Sitting on the sink, Sierra's sole focus was again on the tattoo. First the hair, then the tattoo. What was this magic turning her into? The girl her teenage self would love to meet? The girl her mother would hate?

Lili
Guys, their are moles on my face

Rosie
Guys, my phone is buzzing from messages. I don't even know what's going on. It just says, SWANS

ChiChu
I don't see much difference in me yet.
Wbu Jen?

Nini
Me neither.
But something is odd. My parents are acting real odd. Like real boujee stuff.
They are saying stuff like private jet, business rival.
Idk what's going on.

Ra
Unnie, your parents are a part of you.
Could it be the magic?

Nini
Could be.
But still. Why would they have a rivalry so strong with the Mins?
Kinda strange.
But whoever that Min guy is. I already hate him so so much.
His family seem terrible from what I heard.
Anyways, are you free today?

Lili
Yeah. I'm pretty much free after classes

Rosie
Only if I can cancel this whole SWAN situation.

Ra
Nah
I have an extra shift today.
But you guys can go ahead.
Annyeong :)

Sierra didn't have time to waste. She needs to get prepped up for classes, then head to her shift in the bookstore. Then be back and work on her piece. Also she has a promise to keep. A promise she absolutely adores. But for now the cold water and soap would be nice.