if this was a movie // MiShu

if this was a movie (you'd be here by now)

Author's Note:

i'm back with another one shot mishu au inspired by taylor swift's "if this was a movie", tbh, i don't really know what's its correlation to the story but hey, i listened to this song on repeat while writing all this, so i hope you enjoy reading as much as i enjoyed writing it.

anyways, have fun!

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It's been raining heavily the whole day. According to the weather forecast, showing on the TV screen as Miyeon digs on her dinner alone in her own apartment, the typhoon won't be leaving the country at least until tomorrow morning.

Luckily, before the storm landfalls, Miyeon had already finished all the trial cases handled to her at the firm that her family owns. Her remaining workload doesn't necessarily require her to be physically present at the office, so gladly, she'd be able to stay and work from home despite the unpleasant weather.

It's not like Miyeon isn't fond of the wet season. In fact, it used to be one of her favorites back then when the rainy days means "cuddle weather" and she gets to stay home a little longer and melt under the warmness and comfort of someone's arms wrapped around hers; arms that's far better than any expensive and fuzzy blankets she owns, and the arms that she would never trade for anything in this world.

But note: she used to. not anymore.

Miyeon stares outside the window of her room. The night was too dark for her liking, the moon and the stars have been shaded by the thick layers of clouds that hinders them from illuminating the uncrowded streets of her district.

She never realized how gloomy this place was until that one particular day that shattered her into tiny pieces, even smaller than every raindrops that falls on her roof.

Brushing the thought at the back of her mind before everything that follows resurfaces, Miyeon steps back and pulls the curtains until the window was no longer in sight. A trip down the memory lane is the last thing Miyeon wanted to do right now, and so she settles doing something that isn't beyond the comfortable.

A sigh escapes her lips before dipping her body onto the comfort of her mattress.

And when her body touches her bed, it still feel so cold under the sheets. This is the kind of cold that no amount of layers can warm her to the core. She never knew how enormous her bed is until she sleeps here alone.

But she's been so used to this kind of coldness for as long as she can remember, making her tolerance to it now just as easy as breathing.

Miyeon is no longer suffering from insomnia but still she stood up to grab a book from the wooden shelve before going back to her bed, she then rests her back on the headboard and wore her reading glasses that was earlier placed on the bedside table.

Reading at night keeps her from all the inappropriate thoughts that kept bouncing back and forth whenever her she rests her mind, it helped her overthink less about everything she had no control over.

She's getting better and better everyday. As she should, her heart's mourning has been long overdue and she knows she's supposed to be okay by now.

But healing isn't some kind of a race, everyone has their own pace and if this takes Miyeon years and years to recover from such damage, then she'd embrace it with open arms as long as she knows there will be a time and instance where free-from-all-the-pain Miyeon exists somewhere in the future.