The anxiety won't leave me.
My voice is shallow, my trepidation high.
And I'm not even in the same room anymore, and yet these two women can still hurt me like this.
Make my heart figuratively bleed, still beating, hurts even more than taking a knife and carving it out.
This pure incorporative excitement just won't leave me.
Yes, this.
This is what I wanted all along, my journalism instincts would not fail me now, their meeting is what I wanted all along, and this was the key.
I kept Tiffany back before to allow her to heal, but now with that look in her eyes, she can show Taeyeon those needle holes and be proud.
Proud in a way in which one is not ashamed, because one knows that the wounds are not out of their own doing, not out of their mistake.
Allow me to rewind a few moments before the meteor crashed into the Earth's surface, leaving mark that will forever be studied and awed by Man.
And yet will kill him all the same.
When their eyes met, everyone could see it, that spark.
Oh, the cursed chemistry that they had!
You should have seen it, even the security guard pulled out his gun.
Yet not even a weapon could destroy the lock on that Tiffany had on Taeyeon.
Tiffany just says, not addressing me specifically, but I know, that she thought that I was interviewing Jessica since she saw her name on the visitor's sign in list.
My voice shuddered, Kim Taeyeon did not sign in, and she didn't write her name.
This was chilling.
Tiffany casually answered that she was originally going to tell me that Moose was sick, but in the lobby and in my office, she realized that I wasn't present.
So the only place left was here, and when she went back into the lobby, she checked the list and found Jessica's name.
She didn't dislike Jessica, she didn't dislike her in the beginning, it was the Liquid Knowledge personifying her feelings.
Tiffany continued, more to Taeyeon now, that she didn't know the girl and was sorry that she piled more hurt onto her than she should.
More than Jessica deserved.
I really wanted to say that Jessica wanted the hurt, anyway, but I held my tongue to not break the atmosphere.
The atmosphere of foreboding, something good, bad, or ugly, we didn't know what the next second held.
Moose's bark instead ripped through the thick air of soothing nervousness, and I knew I had to get him out.
Here, I said, let me take him to the doctor's, Taeyeon's time is almost over, anyway.
Tiffany cut me off before I could say anymore, no, she snapped, I'm here and she's here, let me talk.
And so I left the room on Tiffany's demand, handed Moose to another reporter nearby, and called in an extra security guard to wait outside the door.
Then I pressed my ear to the door, and waited.
Nothing, and more nothing, until...
You used to love me, Tiffany.
I don't even know who you are.
You know me, Kim Taeyeon, your dungeon dragon; you always wanted to be a princess, didn't you?
