SOUR

'I still see your face in the white cars,'

milli

The birds are chirping and the light seeps through my open curtain.

"Morning Mills," Sora says.

I sit up immediately and I see her tying her hair across the room.

"You're back!" I throw the sheets off of my bed and I stretch. "I'm so glad,"

"Missed me?" She asks.

"It was getting a little lonely." I say.

"Not lonely enough though, what's happening with you and Sunwoo? I was watching someone's insta live and saw two certain people smooching in the background."

I smile, and then my face falters a little bit. I can't explain it, but Sunwoo seemed a little distant after the kiss. Did he regret it? did he not like it?

"Did-did you happen to see his face? What did he look like?" I ask.

Sora scoffs. "He looks like he was crazy about you."

"R-really? Are you sure?" I ask.

"I'm positive, and you seem to be the same way."

"I am," I respond. "I really am."

I quickly dress in jeans and a large crew neck sweatshirt. I grab a reusable water bottle and I fill it up in the fountain on our floor. I take it to Sunwoo's and I knock on his door at the end of the hallway.

After a few seconds the doorknob clicks and it slowly opens, revealing Sunwoo still in his shirt from yesterday, though it's half unbuttoned now and all wrinkly. His wavy black hair is sticking up everywhere and he looks severely tired.

"Morning sunshine," I laugh at his disheveled state.

"Ha ha." He grumbles and steps to the side to let me in.

I hand him the water bottle and he mumbles a thanks and sits back at his desk.

"How's the hangover then?" I ask after a period of silence.

"Its fucking hell."

More silence.

"What are you working on?" I take a step forward and he covers the paper with his elbow.

"Not-I-I'm not working on anything, just... songs?" He says

"Really??" I ask, though I have no idea why he's being so secretive about it, he knows I'm his biggest supporter on that.

I kneel next to his desk and Sunwoo regretfully shows me the paper. I furrow my eyes as I scan it.

It's just a list that reads:
-Holding hands
-picnic date
-movie theaters
-pc cafe
-never dinner date

The handwriting is neat, it couldn't possibly be Sunwoo's. It almost seems like it's written by a girl, and a while ago too because the ink is smudged and fading.

"Good to know you hate dinner dates so much," I say, looking up at him with curiosity.

Sunwoo is fixing his bangs, which I've noticed he does when he's nervous. He blinks once and then says, "that's from high school. Sola and I used to talk about the things we wanted to do in a relationship with someone."

"Oh," I say. Something feels off. "It sounds... fun."

"Yeah." He says.

We sit there for a long time. I stare at the words on the paper until it gets blurry. I met Sola in that restaurant so long ago, at the beginning of the school year, that I barely remember what she looks like. But her presence seems to be so strong.