•Winrina Oneshots•

Smile

WARNING: somewhat confusing? not the way you'll like it.

Winter's 윈터 POV

I'm stuck. I'm stuck in a silent relationship. Is it even a relationship?

She holds a cigar in one hand and a sketch book in her other, drawing as smoke puffs out of her mouth.

She's always drawing something that I'll never know about. She wont show me any of it.

It's as if she's hiding something.

Today she's out in the backyard where the gray clouds covered the sky.

Sitting on the bench with the flowers we planted together the first time we moved in.

I walked over, and sat beside her. She didn't acknowledge me, she just continued drawing.

The gloomy sky where the trees swayed and the grass danced along.

In the sketch I see weed peeking through the paint stripped wooden fence.

I rested my head on her shoulder, smelling the strong scent of cigarettes filling my nose as I looked up at her.

"You shouldn't be near, it'll make you sick." she tells me.

It's true that I can't handle the strong scent of smoke but nonetheless, I'm here beside her because I miss her.

It's been too long and all I want is to be beside her at least once again.

I ignored her words and looked back at the scenery she was sketching.

She keeps silent, the sounds of the wind blowing and the sounds of her pencil running against the paper.

I don't get it, did I do something wrong? It's been 4 months and not a single smile crept up her face ever again.

What if she was unhappy? What if she's mad at me? Is she losing interest?

What if she leaves me?

I clenched onto the side of her shirt, fighting the urge to let a single tear out.

And I guessed she noticed, my breath slightly hitching.

She closed her book burning her stick out in the ashtray before looking at me.

The look of nothing but her hollow hazel eyes, like a blank sheet of paper. Empty and confused. I could feel my eyes welling up with tears.

"Why're you crying?" she asks, turning to look at the sky.

I shake my head, the warm but cold tears rolling down my face as I bury myself into her sweater.

The faint scent of cigarettes and sweet roses lingering on her.

Maybe it's because I'm used to the scent, or maybe it's because of her but the smell of it was comforting.

She grabs my face, cradling it as she continues to gaze at me.

I can feel her cold hands dry my tears and her warm arms wrapping me up tight without letting go.

"I don't want to make you mad."

"I don't want to upset you." I cried

As bad as my breath was trembling, leaving her was a much worse nightmare.

"I want to see you smile like how you always did."

"So please just tell me what I've done wrong." I begged, anything. I'd do anything to fix this.

I don't want her to leave.

She stays quiet as if she's thinking. I know her thoughts were louder than what's surrounding her.

I don't know what she was thinking but her eyes were enough for me to take in for now.

"You've done nothing wrong." She tells me tightly, hugging me without letting go.

It's like this was the last time she'll ever hug me.

"It's going to rain." She mumbled against my head.

I could hear her heart racing each second she breathed.

"You'll have to go back in soon."

I shut my eyes closed, the heavy tears running down my face.

"What about you? You'll have to come back in with me as well." My breath shakes.

"I'll be okay on my own out here, Minjeong." She pulls away, a bright smile shown on her face.

The cold rain trickles onto our skin little by little, as the rest of the rain starts to fall each second of the way.

She smiled

"Go on Minjeong, you don't want to catch a cold."

It's like I lost hope. The person that gave me warmth slipping away, leaving the cold wind blowing past.

That's what she told me.

I called her name. Hoping she'd answer.

I was hoping.

Months passed and I woke up to the sound of the birds singing.

I'm staring out at the bright blue sky outside the bench that stood there alone.

The small patch of garden flowers blooming around it, the wooden fence where the paint was even more stripped off.

I could still smell the slight scent of cigars floating in the room.

The room where no one stays in anymore. I decided to enter, finding paintings. Some finished, some weren't.

The smell of paint stuck to each side of the wall, even the ground.

What caught me were the stacks of sketch books lying on the empty desk.

I was curious, I've always been when it came to her drawings. So with the first sketchbook I opened my heart drops.

Each page I flipped through was recalling memories.

Each page was a special portrait of every special moment I've had.

And in a short moment I went through 2 sketchbooks, me being on every page.

I found myself crying, my vision blurred.

It comes to an end

Where one last page leaves a few words.

"I'll always smile for you."

My body was trembling, the tears falling to the paper. Leaving them to soak.

I hope she's smiling again.

Here's the confusing part, Depending on the way you interpret this story, is the way you think it'll end.

What did you think happened to them here?