Junhoe heaved a deep breathe, inhaling the midnight air then he stood up and walk towards the cemented barricade. Rosé followed him, watching his every move. She's worried because he's drunk and she doesn't know what's in his mind.
The glimpse of sadness in Junhoe's eyes made Rosé want to know more about him. She's sure that there's something more behind Junhoe's cold expression... She just can't ask anything because she's afraid he might feel that she's just nosy.
"Look, there's a lot of stars tonight."
Rosé stood beside him and looked up. There's indeed a lot of shining stars tonight.
"When I was a kid, I always thought that when a star twinkles, that means God is answering all the prayers from all the people in the world that's why i'm always jealous.. Because those stars seems like never twinkles for me." Junhoe smiled.. a sad smile.
He's still looking up when Rosé looked at him.
"I also thought that maybe he's too busy answering a lot of prayers, that's why he never notice or heard mine. Or maybe, he always forgot to light the star that is meant to twinkle for me because he's too busy lighting other stars for other people."
This is so unusual for Junhoe. He never really talk this much, maybe the alcohol really gets into his whole system that's why he's blabbing things. But for Rosé, it's not just some nonsense talk from a drunk person. Something happened to Junhoe and it pains her to hear the things he's saying.
Rosé gulped, she's been gathering all her courage to ask him.
"Junhoe... may I ask what happened?"
Junhoe looked at her and showed his sarcastic smile. He scoffed and looked up again to the dark sky.
"A lot of things happened...and it's tiring."
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FanfictionC O M P L E T E D Rosé is a florist who owns a small flower shop just around the corner of the street where Junhoe lives. While Junhoe is that "strange guy" who always stop by at Rosé's flower shop every "poetry month" just to drop some piece of pap...
