𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆 𝒂̂𝒎𝒆 | 𝑺𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒂

35

Sana raised her head from her palm as she stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of their bedroom overlooking their front yard where she could see Suho's car missing from the driveway. He left for work early without saying anything. Well that's how it's going to be now that they've settled and talked about their relationship.

It's just two people living together now. Not together together but like, old friends, acquaintance, under the same roof caused by certain circumstances. And that circumstances will end pretty much soon. Sana thinks.

Suho even stsrts sleeping in a different room ever since that night happened.

The sun sits comfortably behind the clouds and the horizon, zooming past the sky as its rays struck Sana straight in the face. She was momentarily blinded with the light but it did not pull her out of her reverie, not even the slightest.

She meddled with the necklace laced on her neck, the glowing jewelry resting on top of her chest. It's probably time to give that back to Suho since he's the one who gave it to her in the first place anyway. But still she hold it dear to her. And if she could just keep it to herself then she probably would.

Sana turns back to the bedroom and walked to the bed, snatching her phone from the beside table before going through her contacts.

Dahyun's number is still there, she never deleted it. Sana knows to herself how selfish she's being for breaking it off with the latter but still keeping her in her life, at least through a number. But that fact just proves how she doesn't really want to leave her in the very first place.

And maybe that's selfish, to hurt someone but still keep them close like you have any good thing left to do with them.

She eyes the screen and there's this urge and an itch to her thumb to just dial the number right away and hear Dahyun's voice once again, but there's also this thought that Dahyun doesn't want anything to do with her anymore since the day she left the latter to be with Suho.

The very same day a part of Sana shattered into a tiny million pieces like that was even possible.

She regretted that actually. And now she wanted to undo it. She wanted to give herself and Dahyun a chance. To be together. To hold her hand through it all. To buy her flowers and things as such. Then she knows to herself that she can finally, truly, be happy.

Sana's sight lingered at the screen of her phone for more than a minute, more specifically to Dahyun's number before feeling a gut wrenching sadness that courses through her. It's unfamiliar yet not unwelcomed. It's new and it's something that makes her feel...nervous.

It's like something's not right but she can't put her finger on it. Something's weird, today is weird. Like there's something she should be knowing that she wishes she doesn't want to know, yet curiosity reigns.

She shook her head, brushing off the thought, and put the phone back to it's place. She'll have another day. One more day to think things through and then she'll call Dahyun, or maybe show up in front her house so they could talk one on one. And then she can finally say that she love her, no buts this time. She'll say all the good things Dahyun wanted to hear. And she'll say that she can do this. Be together and try...just try, and be happy.

Right. She'll give herself some space. Ready her mind and adjust. Just one more da—

No. Who is she kidding? Why would Sana wait for one more day? Dahyun wouldn't do that! Dahyun would eventually come running to her arms because she love her. And Sana loves her too! Why does she want to stretch the things and have more time? She'd done enough waiting, and she knows Dahyun's just around the corner, fully intend to knock on her door with a heart on her sleeve.