November Rain

Part 1

When there is still something warm enough to fight the cold nature of things.

There was no such thing as life choice in our Society.

Decades ago, it came to an overall agreement. Isn't it so hard to make choices about something that will follow you for the rest of your life? Isn't it stressing to have to make a choice at such a young age, not even knowing if it will still suit you in the future?

But worry less, children, others can do it for you.

Others can calculate, measure, do all the work, objectively know what is truly best for you, guaranteed satisfaction, or...

...there can't be any or, it's always been a success. It always will. The Society is right and knows what It's doing. It always found everyone's perfect love match or perfect job match. No failure was known to Its record.

So everything will be fine for me, too. It will be a sure and usual success.

***

"What are you thinking about, Dayeon-ah?"

I turned my head from the sky to look at Jungkook, my childhood friend, probably the first human being I met after my family. We had always been together since then, sticking around like a 2 for 1 deal.

His parents and mine knew each other since their younger days. Our mothers were friends since they were kids and so were our fathers. It didn't come as a surprise when both our mothers announced their pregnancy at the same time. We both grew up on the same playgrounds and were inseparable since then.

That afternoon was one just like any others. We had developed the habit of spending every afternoon together after school. People our age, during their free times, would preferably play sports or games in big groups, but we always preferred the company of each other. We usually ended up in a quiet park, laying down on the grass to stare at the clouds and talk or walk around the already familiar scenery.

The grass under me caressed my bare arms and I smiled, watching as the bright sun shone its rays on my best friend's face. His brown eyes seemed like they sparkled every time I stared at them. I could have forever. His light brown locks hid his forehead, moving along with the rare but present appearances of the wind.

I held onto his hand a bit tighter, the smoothness of his thumb caressing my skin relaxing my suddenly beating heart. A flash of worry filled his eyes, but I shook my head. "It's nothing to worry about." I reassured him, looking back at the blue sky.

I knew holding his hand like this was something we could get in trouble for. We had just recently turned 18, and this kind of touches wasn't of our ages anymore. As friends, anyways. Any sign of affection was now reserved for our future match, which would soon be assigned to us.

There had always been something about him that made my heart and stomach act funny. Even when we were still children, sometimes he would look at me with those eyes and I would feel like the luckiest person in the world. Whenever he was close, my hand unconsciously reached for his, wanting to touch a part of him, to make sure he was there with me. It's by reading books at the city's library, years ago, that I guessed that's what it feels like to be in love. Something we would feel toward our match, they said.

And I knew Jungkook felt the same way.

"I was just thinking about the banquet." I added after a few minutes of silence. I felt my best friend shift beside me, but I stayed in my position, laying on my back and facing the sky.

The banquet was a once in a lifetime, something every girl waited impatiently for. It was the day they would wear their prettiest outfit, arrange their hair in the most beautiful way, only to impress the person that would appear on the other side of the screen.