Byulyi was discharged from the hospital a week later, and Hyejin was there to bring her home- though Byulyi seemed to have no recollection of the place she used to frequent so often.
The cab ride home was silent, the atmosphere between the two of them so tense it might just snap like a rubber band.
Hyejin glanced over at Byulyi, who was on the other end of the seat, staring out the window at the traffic that whizzed by.
Her heart ached. In that split second at the hospital that day Byulyi had gone from closer than a sister to (almost) as distant as a complete stranger, opening a gaping hole in Hyejin’s heart that only seemed to grow wider with each passing day since then.
She knew that the emptiness she felt in her heart could only be filled by one person; the person who had held her hand and been her other half since middle school, the person who lit up Hyejin’s world every time she had a bad day, the person who had been her other half for the last two years of her life.
I miss you so fucking much, I want to call you mine again
