Mr. Someone

~24~

~24~

The rest of the day is a blur for Skylar. Jimin had no sooner told her their project is finishing early, then they heard a rapping at the door; a staff member had arrived to help pack up the equipment and clean the rental house. They leave this afternoon. She and Jimin are out of time.

She goes through the motions of packing in a numb haze. She and Jimin hadn't even had a chance to discuss anything between them. Skylar is relatively confident in his feelings for her, he had confessed after all; and he is simply too kind a person to lie and lead someone on.

But what happens now? What do I want to happen now?

She hadn't even been looking for a relationship when she met him, nevermind a long distance one. And this would be long, long. Literally across the globe. Over twelve hours time difference. And then add in the fact that he is a mega star with an insanely hectic schedule, traveling all over the globe. Skylar isn't sure they stand a chance, even if pursuing a relationship is what she would want.

Just as when they were traveling to reach the rented villa, Skylar again didn't even catch a glimpse of Jimin during the loading of the vehicles with staff and equipment. She found herself once again seated next to Emily, in a black SUV amongst the usual caravan of black SUVs. With her thoughts awhirl and her emotions threatening to take over, Skylar decides to take some motion sickness medication to knock herself out, pops in her ear buds with her favorite relaxation playlist, and drifts off to sleep.

******

Once back in her apartment after her time with Jimin and his crew at the villa, Skylar throws herself into her work in order to keep herself occupied and not dwell on the fact that she has not heard from him for days. She can only assume he is back in Korea now and has moved on and forgotten all about her.

So she does what she always does when her emotions threaten to take her over- she writes. Writing the feature about Jimin may be like salt on an open wound, but Skylar uses it cathartically. She writes. She cries. She writes while crying and cries while writing.

She produces her best piece yet.

Mr. Tyler is thrilled with her work. Sales skyrocket. She is given more in-depth projects.

And Skylar has never been more miserable.

"Just fucking call him already!" Lisa exclaims one evening, slamming her drink down on the table of their usual watering hole. She had dragged Skylar out, again, to try and take her mind off of Jimin.

"He's probably too busy to talk to me anyway, even if he did want to at all," Skylar replies, gazing down into her drink, stirring the ice around with her straw. "Which he likely doesn't. Which is fine. It would never have worked anyway."

"Well you don't even know any of that because you haven't tried! Even if you can't be with him, leaving things so unresolved between you is eating away at you, I can tell. Maybe he's nervous too and is waiting for you to make the next move." Lisa presses.

"I....I don't even know if I want a relationship right now. Work is going better than ever, and a long distance one like that would be super difficult."

"I hear what you're saying, Sky. I do. And to an extent I agree with you. But I also know I have not seen you this unhappy since your cat Fluffy died in the seventh grade. I'm just saying I think you should at least try to reach out to him, for closure between you if nothing else. I'm worried about you." Lisa says with an earnest expression.

Skylar knows Lisa's right. She always is, especially when it comes to Skylar not wanting to face her emotions. She gives a heavy sigh, "I'll think about it", she mutters, while mentally resolving to do no such thing, before downing the rest of her drink in one mouthful.