Chaennie Oneshots

Melodies of Distance

In a quiet town, where the autumn leaves whispered secrets to the wind, Roseanne Park strolled through the cobblestone streets, her thoughts entwined with the melancholy notes of "Distance" by Christina Perri playing softly on her earphones. The song reverberated the unsaid feelings in her heart, a melody encapsulating the intricacy of her emotions.

As she walked past a quaint coffee shop, a familiar figure caught her eye. There was Jennie Kim, seated by the window, her gaze fixed on the passing world outside. Roseanne hesitated for a moment before deciding to enter, the subtle chime of the door announcing her arrival.

Jennie looked up, and their eyes met—a history of shared laughter, stolen glances, and the unspoken words they had left behind. There was a vulnerability in Jennie's eyes, a reflection of the emotions that lingered beneath the surface.

"Roseanne," Jennie said, her voice a gentle whisper, carrying the weight of untold stories.

"Jennie," Roseanne replied, a mixture of longing and nostalgia in her tone. "It's been a while."

The two found a quiet corner in the coffee shop, where the ambient noise of murmured conversations provided a soft backdrop to their reunion.

"I couldn't help but think of us when I heard this song," Jennie admitted, her eyes searching Roseanne's for understanding.

Roseanne nodded, a bittersweet smile playing on her lips. "It has that effect, doesn't it? Takes you back to moments that linger in the corners of your heart."

The air between them crackled with the echoes of the past, and the song continued to weave its poignant tale.

"I miss the way things used to be," Jennie confessed, her fingers tracing patterns on the table as if trying to grasp the fleeting memories.

Roseanne sighed, her gaze lingering on the rim of her coffee cup. "So do I. We were so close, and yet, somehow, distance crept in."

As the song reached its chorus, Roseanne couldn't help but recall the times when their love felt like an unbreakable bond, a dance of hearts synchronized to the rhythm of their laughter.

"Remember our impromptu dances to this song?" Jennie asked, a wistful smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

Roseanne's eyes lit up with the memory. "How could I forget? The world disappeared, and it was just us, dancing in the echoes of the music."

Jennie's gaze held a yearning that mirrored Roseanne's. "We were so in tune with each other. But somewhere along the way, the notes changed, and I didn't know how to find our melody again."

The song became the thread connecting their past to the present, a poignant reminder of the love that had slipped through their fingers like grains of sand.

"We were each other's refuge," Roseanne whispered, her eyes searching for answers in the depths of Jennie's gaze. "But we lost sight of that sanctuary."

Jennie's fingers brushed against Roseanne's, a tentative touch that carried the weight of unspoken apologies. "I wish I could go back and fix things. I wish I had fought harder for us."

The vulnerability in Jennie's eyes stirred Roseanne's heart, a mixture of pain and love that refused to be forgotten.

"Maybe some things aren't meant to be fixed," Roseanne mused, her voice a fragile echo. "Maybe they are meant to be cherished for what they were."

The café became a canvas for their shared regrets and the echoes of a love that had slipped through the cracks of time. It like a reel of cherished memories, transporting Roseanne back to the vivid moments that defined their love story.