Taeil told me everything.
The story about how they came together, the past and what it was like living with them.
I never noticed it at all, because I mostly lived somewhere else and in Tokyo I finally should gain a foothold.
But something kept me in here, I just didnt really knew what.
Weeks later.
The swelling on my head went away faster than I thought. We almost had Christmas and I sat as usual on my little stool in the Cáfe.
Taeil would wrote to me after he flew with his bandmates back to Korea. I was glad, because we missed us very much.
It was fresh again and I had 10 minutes until I could close the shop. I looked out through the shop window.
No soul was on the street and it was snowing in masses. Where were they all?
I looked at my skirt and played with the node.
5 minutes.
And I would run to the door and Im finally able to disappear in my bed back home.
Speaking about the devil - the door opened.
The veil of the cold wind clutched my shoulders. It seemed so frighteningly familiar.
"Irina."
I shrugged and stared at the ceiling. I sat there with my back to the wall.
What, why, why do I feel so ..
I went black and everything began to spin.
I touched my head and realized that I had fallen off the chair.
Wasnt there somebody? I heard the door in the background rocking to the front and back. The wind was finally the Lord of the room. I was alone. All pure imagination.
I stood up and looked at the clock that hung just above me.
Damn, late again! What was wrong with me?
With my last strength, I turned to the door and locked it.
20 minutes later.
It was snowing outside, the flakes fell gently on the ground. I grabbed my backpack and walked out and locked the door, this time from the outside. I breathed in and out.
The air felt so good and my head started to see facets in my reflection on the window again.
Some time passed and I finally came to the corner in front of my home.
It was so dark. I could barely see my breath and felt the cold winter taking over the city. My eyes stared at the sky and I held out my hand.
"Perhaps the stars do fit between my fingers .." I spread them apart so that the stars were right between my fingers.
"One of you will be mine." I laughed. How stupid I am sometimes.
*klink*
I drew back my arm and ran, without turning back, to my front door. It was a reflex that I got everytime I walked home.
But this time.. my escape wasnt unfounded.
As I stood on my doorstep, I could see something in the window on the right side of me.
It moved.
Oh my God, it comes to me! What should I do? WHERE ARE MY KEYS?
Annie was back already? NO! I was too rigid to knock.
Something putted its hand on my back. Is it Taeil who wants to scare me again?
Or Annie? She wouldnt, no!
I looked slowly to the right. My heart was beating so loud. And eventually, I saw it ..
The monster.
My Monster.
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FanficWinter, Tokyo. What a lazy day. Irina took the cup and cleaned it until it began to shine. Ten hot minutes and she could go home. The bell rings - another Costumer? "Im sorry." She could face a slight face moving in the shape of the cup she still...