End of beginning?[Hwang Hyunjin]

Choi Julia.

The bell rings, final class is over as the campus started filling with hushes and hustles. While their hustling freezez, stunned.

Julia. Lia.
Choi Julia. Choi Jisu.

Lia...

As if her heart stops, Grace sits there like a frozen rag doll, her eyes darkening, unreadable. "Are...are we sure it's her?" Felix asks, the hesitance radiating in his tone, unfiltered.

"Aw man." The others run their hands through the hair. The air begin thickening as all felt their chests tightening at the discernment. It begin showering. Feeling the drip they all fall back beneath a shade back in the campus and sat on the benches, silent.

"I'm gonna talk to her." Grace blurts in extreme pressure gushing through her veins as her feet rise up. But Hyunjin catches her hand. "Tomorrow. Grace, tomorrow." But she snatches it away.
"Hyunjin I...I." Nothing came out of her mouth, her head hanging low as she slowly stepped back. Hyunjin stands up, engulfing her short frame to his chest.

"It's okay. . .it's alright." Everybody sat silently. The brightest girl they'd met had so many dark secrets behind that smile. They couldn't fathom the will of that girl, who still carried that cheery glint after everything she'd gone through.

The night was gloomy. Grace had trouble sleeping. Her thumbs rubbed over each other as she contemplated what to text her.

'Hey Lia, you wanna hang out tomorrow?'

The message doesn't contain any harmful effects but still she hesitates. Eventually she sends it and
drops her phone on the bed. Her hands fall on her knees, engulfing herself inside them. Too distracted she doesn't realize the doorknob clicking.

"Indeed, it's not only us who were wronged." She hears Hyunjin's voice as her head slowly lifts up. Dripping soaked, his cheeks flush as he brushes his feet on the doormat. Flashing her a small smile, he makes his way over.

She examines the arm that was kept behind his back. Feeling her stare, he brings the hand in front, showing the white, light pink and purple bouquet of miniature roses, wilting a little, water shadowing them. "It's totally fine if you don't want them anymore, I- should've taken an unbrell-"

"I-I love them." She blurts out as her gloomy face regains a little glow back. He raises an eyebrow before smiling as well. Taking the mishandled flowers she brings them close to her face, inhaling softly. They smelled like nasturtiums and the rain. Comforting.

"Thank you." Her voice lowers down as she straightens her legs and sits, half-hugging the flowers. Her smile starts to fade again.

"I guess I brought the perfect combination." He chuckles as she gazes up, slightly. Coming closer he explains pointing one by one. "White means purity, innocence and loyalty, purple radiates the feeling of love at first sight and light pink means. . .showing gratitude and honor which means...you. Grace." She smiles at his words.
"What's the occasion?"

"There doesn't always have to be a reason to bring flowers for my favorite person, right?" A soft smile perks up on his face. Hers too. She remembers the day he got flowers for that ten year old, The day she wished to be that lucky girl. She's her now.

Ignoring his steeped state she scoots over and wraps her arms around his neck, showing gratitude and seeking the solace she sought. Gladly accepting her he gently, softly caresses her back, as long as she requires as the loving silence fills them. Then suddenly tears begin brimming down her eyes. He feel his shirt soaking but he doesn't react and lets her continue.