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what if - chaelisa

"What a bliss. She's the most beautiful being I've ever came across, the most wonderful thing my eyes have laid upon. But I'm scared that her beauty would comfort me and the comfort would bring me to a point where I no longer feel the need to fight for anything anymore. Therefore, I fear to love her, even when I love her."

Lisa saw her from the corner of her eyes, not courageous enough to fully tilt her head to see her friend from school who sat beside her at the bus stop. For Lisa, it was not just a proximity crush, but rather a long term admiration she had always had since the first day she met her.

In Lisa's eyes, Chaeyoung looked like an angel, perhaps she was an angel herself actually. That's not that much a secret anyways, since Chaeyoung had a reputation for looking like a heavenly creature. Chaeyoung was also kind and gentle yet wise and fun, which added to how delightful she was. Thus, Lisa had no reasons to not like her.

However, clearly, Chaeyoung had no interest on Lisa.

Don't get her wrong, but Lisa knew she had no chance to win the idol of the school's heart. Lisa was brave, sure, but she wasn't stupid. Even if they were close friends, Lisa thought to herself that she wasn't Chaeyoung's type anyways. Besides, Chaeyoung was such a sweetheart and Lisa thought winning her heart would end up not well anyways.

Lisa believed that loving Chaeyoung was like trying to grasp sunlight—warm, luminous, but impossible to hold without burning yourself a little. She was afraid that she would be Icarus and break herself and even worse tear Chaeyoung apart as well. She feared that if she reached too far, the light would retreat, and she'd be left only with the shadow of what could have been.

So instead, she sat there—half-turned, eyes down, heart loud. The silence between them was soft but charged, like a paused song Lisa didn't dare to press play on. She could feel Chaeyoung's presence so vividly, it was almost a texture—like silk brushing her skin, invisible yet undeniable.

"You're quiet today," Chaeyoung said, her voice light but curious, the kind of tone that felt like an invitation. "Are you alright?"

Lisa blinked. She'd forgotten how to speak for a moment. Her throat tightened, her mind flickered with every silly and sincere thing she wanted to say, but all she could manage was: "Just tired."

Chaeyoung hummed in response, leaning back on the bench, stretching her arms lazily as if she had no idea that Lisa was struggling to breathe beside her. "Me too. Long day." She sighed. "Ugh, Ms. Kim's assignments were exhausting, thank God it was easy at least."

Lisa nodded, her gaze fixed on the pavement. If she looked up, if their eyes met, she was afraid the whole world would tilt on its axis and never be right again.

"Hey," Chaeyoung said suddenly, a little softer. "Do you think we'll still be friends when we leave school?"

The question caught Lisa off guard. Her heart skipped like a stone on water.

"I... I don't know," she admitted truthfully. "I hope so. We'll keep in touch... right?"

Chaeyoung smiled. Lisa didn't see it—she felt it. She felt the warmth of it settle in her chest like something sacred. And for a fleeting second, Lisa allowed herself to believe in the impossible: that maybe, just maybe, Chaeyoung did see her—not just as a friend, but as someone who mattered more than most.

But the moment passed, as most daydreams do, and Lisa tucked it away with the rest of the beautiful things she could never say aloud.

After all, she loved Chaeyoung.

And that, in itself, was enough to keep her going.

Even if it also hurt.

They sat in silence for a while, the kind that stretched and folded into something heavier than words. Lisa watched a leaf spiral slowly to the ground. She felt like that—caught in a wind she couldn't control, drifting toward something inevitable.