The Way She Loved Me

sixteen

ROSÉ.

You know what's strange? It's when you've come to a point where you think life had given all of its surprises to you and you know that you can't stand being foolish again for the nth time because you've mastered it's gameplay, where it hypes you up with beginnings of glee and all of a sudden a whirlpool of devastation sucks the life out of you, and you always leave empty-handed with a heart torn again. I thought I encountered every plot twist that life had to offer but no one told that it was just a transition. A transition that would lead me to my greatest plot twist ever. Her.

My plot twist went by the name of Jennie Kim, the ever spectacular girl who makes my armpits sweat. I didn't knew until now that fate already tied the knot between us ever since the first time she sat down on that chair on a brewing morning at a classic downtown coffee shop. She screamed peril and haven at the same time, her dubiosity didn't help my truffled impression either. She was majestic, melodious, and universal, a lethal combination that I didn't know could exist in one being. Despite all this I still fell. I fell at first sight and knew since then that I was falling into this eternal abyss inside her soul and I won't mind falling forever at all. It was imminent, an act of fate, I had a feeling that she'll have a big part of me but I trusted the future to tell me what exactly. So it did.

She became a friend, then a companion, then a partner, then a soulmate.

I've been in love with her when my armpits started sweating, when the strings of my guitar started strumming on a lighter pattern, and when the morning beamed delight and happiness as it overshadowed my fear of dark nights that condemned me from sleep sometimes. It's amazing how everything seems to be at the right place but not exactly.

I've failed from love once, but I never had given up. And I won't ever give up considering that I've finally found my greatest plot twist ever. I love you, Jennie Kim.

...

Throughout the week, interacting with Soo-young caused too much stress for me.

I can sense her persistency in breaking the wall that I've built to guard myself from her pompous heart. Everyday she tries to begin a conversation with me, as much as I want to be more warm and amiable, I couldn't help myself to be distant and conscious from her actions. She seems too sly.

I'm not dumb enough to not identify her old tricks, like she sometimes gives me her macchiato in the morning knowing that it was my favorite, and like the other time she tried to talk me in visiting her new home in Sydney and meet her parents again for old times' sake, honestly I almost fell for that even though she denied me in front of them before, her parents are still the most precious people I've met.

Regardless though, we haven't had a serious talk about her sudden appearance and I don't have the audacity to just bluntly ask. But I hope we can settle this tension someday.

I was thinking about this while walking in the hallway. I was heading to the cafeteria when someone tapped my shoulder from behind, I quickly turned. It was Soo-young, I wish I could just openly roll my eyes in frustration.

"Chaeyoung, can we talk?" She brightly asked as our eyes met. " I told you to not to call me that." I warned her, I treat her as an acquaintance, a classmate, so she doesn't have the right to call me that anymore. "Oh, sorry Rosé." She quickly lowered her head as she picked the right words to say this time.

"What do you want?" I huffed as I popped the question. "My mom just called me..." She continued, that suddenly got my full attention back on her. I suddenly became curious.