On The Other Side

1

He would've been 22 today. Is all I could think about as I stare at the giant building in front of me, the one he jumped off of. I'm not a fan of Moon, I don't crush on him, I listen to his words, I relate to them. To me, he was my best friend. Memories threaten to flood through my brain as I look back down. First I need to do is nail this interview before I can figure out what really happened to him. Moon Ji Seok, the only person who understands me, the only person that made smile the person that-

"So, are you planning on going inside, or are you just going to stand there?"

I spin around, embarrassed. Looking back at me are the coldest eyes I've ever seen. He try's to hide his cold demeanour and replace it with a smile. I've been good at reading people over the past years, but this guy is the first person that is confusing. Why is he trying to act happy? What is he trying to hide?

He looks down at me and scoffs, he literally scoffs.

"I know I'm beautiful, but if you keep staring at me like that, my face is going to start to wear down.", he annoyingly smirks at me, but I know it's fake, judging by the impressions on his cheeks, he has dimples. Plus, it looks practiced. "I wasn't-", but before I could finish, the guy starts talking again. Narcissist. "Oh what am I saying. If that were the truth, this face would've been worn down a long time ago.", he winks as if he was flirting with me and smirks. Then he spots the annoyed look on my face and his smirk disappears for a second. He clears his throat before saying, "Well nice meeting you but if you're not going to ask for a photo or an autograph, I'll be on my way.". And with that, he walks away, leaving me confused and openmouthed. Is this what I'm going to have to put up with?

I go into the elevator and just stand there. Moon Ji Seok. Moon Ji Seok. What the hell happened to you and why'd you kill yourself? You see, the reason I'm questioning the fact if Moon Ji Seok killed himself or not, is because of the reason why I listen to his songs, no matter what he or I went through, all his songs were about not giving up just yet, and that inspired me through the years. He went through so much and yet he was so brave. He was only 18, only 4 years older than me when he died, and yet he's seen so much more misery than others. I know that something happened to him and I know he didn't do it to himself.

But there's always a maybe or a but.

I push that thought out of my head and press number 15 on the elevators control panel. This was my shot to find out the truth, to find out what happened to the person that was taken away from me. I'm ready to find out.

I walk out of the elevator with a lot of confidence. Let's do this.

When is this hallway going to end? I've been walking in the same hallway for the past 20 minutes and it still hasn't ended. "Hi, um, do you know where the interview for the new assistant for a manger is?", I say, happy my voice didn't break with excitement. "Oh, uh, um I um. Sorry. Hi, I'm Justin and I'm the current assistant to the main manager Cole.", Justin's voice was quivering so much and his hands were shivering. Poor thing. He looked about a year older than me, and I was about to take his job.                                                                                                                                                             He shows me the way to Cole's office and closes the door behind us.                                                          I kid you not, Cole looks 19.                                                                                                                                                Cole looks up from his computer and smiles, a genuine smile, at my shocked expression.                  " I know what you're thinking, and yes, I'm 20. My father owns the company and the celebrity I'm managing is a childhood friends. At first, it was just for fun and experience, until I actually got really good at it.", he says while staring up at me with the cutest smile ever. " I looked at your resume and your last name is Maler?"                                                                                                                        "Yeah, I'm related to Tracy Maler.", when I asked my dad if I could change my last name to Croner but he said my mom and him fought over the last name thing before they even got married and that she had won.                                                                                                                                                                   "Wow, the resemblance is startling but your eyes are....", I sort of scrunch up my face. I get a lot comments on my mismatched eyes, and none of them are nice,"......Beautiful". Cole sounds a little breathless when he says this and we just kind of stare at each other before I clear my throat and as if broken out of a spell, Cole suddenly stands up and gives me a bright smile, showing off his white teeth "Your hired Atlas". He puts his hand out for a hand shake and I take it. He laughs and it's like music. " Your hand's are so small.", And with that I immediately let go.                                Justin , who has been silent all this time, speaks up, "Wait does that mean I'm fired?"                         " I'm sorry Justin, but honestly, we both knew you wouldn't last a day."                                                      "Alright whatever, does that mean I could leave?", I'm pretty sure he used all his confidence to say that. Cole just nods in response.

After Justin gathered his stuff and left, the awkward silence was finally broken by Cole.                     "Ok, I'll tell you what your job as my assistant is, but one of them is getting coffee with milk, sugar and whipped cream with caramel drizzle, can you do that for me?"                                                  "Yeah sure, how hard could that be?" 

Well as it turned out, it was really hard. 

The café is apparently extremely famous, and since it was already 9am, most of the drinks and food items were sold out. I go up to the counter to place the order and the waiter tells me that there was only 1 cup of coffee left and I had made it on time. I smiled to myself and went to the waiting counter when I heard bickering from the counter. The cashier was trying to explain that they were sold out and that the coffee machine was broken and the last coffee had just been purchased to the guy from this morning, the narcissist. I role my eyes and walk up to the counter to save the cashiers ass when the Narcissist whips around, the annoyance on his face clear. 

"Look, I have a busy schedule today and I need that coffee so I don't know what you're going to do, but that coffee? It's mine.", Narcissist says in the coldest tone ever. Luckily, I already had the coffee in my hands.                                                                                                                                                                I lean into his face and say: "No. Way.", and smirk in the most annoying face possible and fast walk out of there as I here Narcissist groan out of frustration.

I walk into the building and this time, I know where to go.                                                                                  I walk into the room and Cole is at the platform thing. He looks up at me and smiles his beautiful smile. " You did it. First task of the day is done.".