Risk It All (Chishiya X You)

forever is never enough

"Yn?" His voice was the same.

"Chishiya?" You would think this was a hallucination if it weren't for the people walking past you on the street.

"Are you okay?" He asks, clearly unsure of what to say.

You notice that his hair is shorter, still the same colour but much shorter. "Yeah, yeah I'm fine are you?"

"I'm okay." He nods before pointing at the building. "Therapy?"

"Something like that." You want to look away but you can't, your eyes sworn to commit every detail of him to memory. "What are you doing around here?"

"I work at the medical centre." He gestures to the large building across the street. "I should get going, I have a meeting to attend."

"Oh yeah of course." You only notice then that you're still holding onto his arms. With a gasp, you let go. "I'm sorry I didn't notice."

He smiles in a way you've never seen before, it's too big, too wide, too fake. "It's fine, it's okay, all good."

"Okay well uh, have a good day?" It comes out more of a question.

You turn to leave, both mortified and shocked by the ordeal when you hear him calling your name, card in hand. "This is my card, it has my personal number on the back, if you're free tonight would you like to go for dinner?"

"Of course." You take the card easily. "I will call you. Text you?"

"Text is fine." He smiled again, still too fake but you reciprocated it nonetheless. "I'll see you later then."

"See you." You waved as he turned away from you.

You at least managed to round the corner before you started crying, a flurry of emotions hitting you all at once. You wanted to reach for your phone and call Kuina, tell her what had happened, and ask her advice on what to wear but you couldn't.

After a mini cry fest, you pull yourself together just long enough to make it home. You'd decided to move a month after you'd been discharged from the hospital, the old apartment far too familiar, not to mention the reporters that would hang around the building hoping to catch you for an exclusive. In all honesty, you preferred it, the sixth apartment you'd gotten was smaller but definitely homely.

You head straight to your closet, your style had changed drastically in just a few months. It wasn't as though you could wear short sleeve shirts anymore, not without seeing the scars littering across your skin reminding you of the hell you'd experienced so you settled for a simple white blouse, the arms were shearer than the rest of the shirt but it was a special occasion so you'd make an allowance. It was easier to find pants, a simple black pair of dress pants and some heels were all you needed for a good outfit. 

You wanted to look good, you wanted to seem as though you had everything together the same way Chishiya did. He had looked well, and healthy, his hair had changed but nothing else had. Though it was weird to see him in a shirt and suit pants.

It was only then you remembered you hadn't actually texted him yet. You found your bag and pulled out your phone along with the business card he had handed you. It's a feeling of disbelief that hits you as you add him as a contact, sure that you'd never have the chance to. You type a simple text, not wanting to seem too eager.

You: Hey, it's YN.

The three dots showed up before you could even exit the chat.

Chishiya: Hey, I'll be finished with my meeting within the next hour. We could meet at Kabi if you're okay with that.