It has been a week. A whole week since Momo decided to hide herself from the world in her apartment, seven whole days since she last let out a genuine smile. During all that time, she has not once checked her phone filled with unread messages and missed calls. Most of them are from the girls, but half of them from the person who is responsible for the current situation.
Momo has picked up a basic routine. Well, it might be wrong to call it a routine, since its only made of eating and sleeping. She wouldn't have been able to let go of herself like this if the group was busy, but there is absolutely nothing on their schedules.
One night, as Momo is trying to sleep, she is disturbed by a rumbling sound coming from outside her window. She tries to ignore it at first, but as the sound gets louder and louder, she leaves her warm bed with a frustrated sigh. She peeks through the curtains into the dark backyard. The rain is pouring very hard and she is barely able to see anything, but that does not stop her from trying to find out what that irritating sound is.
She hears the noise once more and she notices a figure slowly getting closer and more visible. Her stomach drops when Dahyun walks into the light of the backyard. She's bathing in the rain, clothes and hair completely soaked, calling for a cold. Momo is staring at her with a blank face.
Dahyun walks closer to the window, causing Momo to immediately fix the curtains and hop back into her bed. But her eyes are still locked onto the window. She's not sure what she's exactly expecting to happen and why it's making her somewhat nervous. She has been giving it her all for the past week to completely eliminate Dahyun from her mind even though she knew that something like this was going to happen sooner or later.
As Momo is shifting in her bed, she spots a little opening through the curtains, letting her see out. Her grip on the blanket gets tighter as she watches Dahyun draw a broken heart onto the steamy window. That confirms for her that Dahyun has no plans on leaving, so she gets back up from bed and strides towards the window before opening it. The cold hits her in an instant and she gets goosebumps.
However, not only because of the cold, but also because in that very moment, she is able to clearly see Dahyun's face again after days. It's raining more than before now, but Momo can see that Dahyun is crying.
The younger one reaches out for Momo's hands that are resting on the window sill, but she holds herself back and instead, gazes at Momo with tearful eyes.
"I can't stop thinking about you. I didn't mean to make you cry. Please give me a second chance, allow me to make things right."
Instead of answering her, Momo looks away, anywhere apart from Dahyun. She can feel her body tense up as she starts feeling anxious. Normally, being around Dahyun made her feel the opposite of what she is feeling right now. The girl used to make her feel safe, cozy, and possibly every other positive emotion that exists. But now, now she's holding herself back from closing the window to her face and ignoring her for the rest of the night or maybe even for the next few weeks.
"Momo, I know I made a mistake, but I regret it with all my heart. Let me fix this, please. I'll do anything. Just tell me that we're not done."
When Momo decides to keep quiet again, Dahyun tries to lean forward and hug her, but Momo is quick to refuse, gently pushing her back. That makes Dahyun's tear pick up on speed and blur her vision. But then, she feels Momo's thumb wipe her tears away.
"I'm sorry, Dahyuni. I wish regrets could bring us back, bring me back to you, but they can't. There are things we do, where no matter how much we regret it, we can't just turn it the way we want it to be."
After hearing that, Dahyun is aware that they're over. She knows that nothing will ever be the same between them again. That's why she goes in for another hug, Momo letting her this time. Even while she is absolutely soaked, the hug lets her body warm up faster than anything could. To think that she might not be able to be in Momo's arms ever again, she takes it all in. The scent of Momo's shampoo, the soft grip Momo has on her waist, the warm breathing hitting her ear. It's all so precious to her.
