Thin Line Between You & Me

Chapter fifteen: Will you cross the line with me?

Minji

My ears picked up on the sound of the elevator, indicating that Hanni has arrived. I stood up from the couch and made my way to greet her. A part of me happy to see her, I genuinely missed her so much. She said she was meeting up with some friends so it gave me the time to go and talk to my father. And we all know how that ended. Surprisingly, the old hag didn't have a heart attack. Not like that was what I was aiming for to happen, totally not what I wanted....but it should've happened. I'm not an evil person I swear!

"You seem more relaxed." Hanni said, as she opened her arms for me to engulf her in a tight hug. "Yeah, I just had something to do with my father." I said, I was being vague because I didn't want Hanni to take a step back if I told her that I talked to my father about us, she'll probably freak out because it'll be a lot of pressure on her. I laid my head above hers and she let out a content sigh, I could only let her scent fill my nose. She seemed a little tired. A part of me wonders what she went out to do. I just hope it wasn't something that drained her too much.

Because I need to talk to her, like right now.

"I have to talk to you." We both said in unison and we both couldn't help but laugh. Something strange that's been happening is that, me and Hanni seem to be in sync most of the time. It's a little thing between us that I've found myself to adore. It's cute, especially her little reaction when it happens, her jaw drops as her eyes go wide and her eyes seem to twinkle. I love her eyes, so beautiful. They're a door to her soul, and you know damn well that I would do anything get a glimpse of who she is from the inside. What makes her the Hanni Pham I'm so in love with.

Some things are just deeper than skin, you know? Like I want to get to know her traumas, what made her the efficient woman she is today, what has healed her soul and what not. It may be too deep, but that's how deep my love is for her. People don't seem to understand how deep a soul is, how much there is to learn from it. I'd do anything to have her soul embrace me in the comfort it has always provided me. The skin is just the surface it's not enough. It'll never be. I want to know all of her. Inside and out.

Call me crazy, but it's the dang truth.

"Well, let's talk." I said and she gave me that same old dorky smile as she pinched my arm playfully. I let out a whine as she smacked my butt once I turned around. I let out a yelp and turned to look at her funny, she could only laugh as she came closer to me and hugged me from behind. It was something common for us, she usually did that and it wasn't like I really cared about it, I didn't mind it at all actually. It was part of our playful banters that we have on a daily basis. We're each other's daily headaches.

Once we sat down on the couch, she sat down next to me looking at me. In all seriousness, I could tell she was nervous to tell me what she wanted to say. So I placed my hand on her thigh in a comforting manner and she truly seemed to appreciate it as she placed her hand above mine and kept it there. Her thumb grazing against the tender skin of my hand. It sort of tickled, but I loved the feeling. "I'm a little nervous, but it's only right for me to tell you." And I don't know why, but I felt a little scared for what she'll say. I have a feeling of what it's about, and I'm not liking it. I don't want her to say no.

"A whole other month went by, and I've come to the realization that I wasted a whole other month worth of time for you. I wasted your time once more." Hanni started and my eyes fell down to our hands. Was this about to go downhill? I let out a shaky breath as I looked at her. Her expression was soft, almost a tad bit happy. But I can see some worry and anxiousness on her beautiful face that I wanted to kiss so bad. It was a need, a want. But that's just me and my cuteness aggression for her, have you seen her? She's the cutest person alive.

And she's also tiny.

"What do you mean?" I asked and I know that Hanni could sense my worry, or in other words my fear of rejection. She scooted closer to me until we were shoulder to shoulder, my hand still comfortably on her thigh and now both her hands rested above it. I could only let out a small smile. Something about this was just scrambling my brain, I didn't know if it was good or not. I didn't even know if I should be scared or not. But a part of me told me I didn't have to worry, that Hanni has come to make the right decision.