You Had Me at Goodbye

Colours

It was salmon pink; fresh pinkish-orange coloured skin of a face that was accidentally clashed with a wildly and freely soaring volley-ball in one PE class. Fast. Loud. Startling. Silencing the whole gym.

Jennie was the top A-student every teacher and student respected, she was the quiet kid who sat in the front rows of the class because she had no choice but to do so, the one who got along with everyone at school yet still enjoyed her solitary more than anything else, one of the youngest among her peers, yet was still the one whom everyone relied on, and she also happened to be the one who then had a salmon pink-coloured layer of skin on her face with Jisoo who could only gawk at what her ecstatic smash could do.

Jisoo was the popular kid who befriended practically everyone at school including the faculty and staff, a social butterfly who was everybody's best friend except Jennie's at that time and if only she could see the horror washed on her face that day she accidentally smashed that bloody volley-ball a bit too harshly—even more than she expected, Jisoo would probably be able to ease her own tension a bit from the comical sight.

That was the first time they actually acknowledged each other as if they just met since they had never spoken a word to another despite being classmates for over 2 years by then. Jisoo rushed Jennie to the school infirmary despite Jennie's endless protests just to make sure that salmon pink skin did not cover a concussion.

That was how their lifetime friendship started. It started with salmon pink.

It was white porcelain; at least that was the most Jisoo could describe when she met Jennie again after going MIA in enough period of time for her best friend to assume she was dead. Jisoo finally came knocking at her door that day after the short trip she impulsively took to clear her mind off, leaving everything behind, including her best friend who was worried sick for her well-being.

That was how Jisoo knew how much she could mean to someone; as much as and as simple as the colour of white porcelain.

It was buff; a pale yellow-brown coloured coat that soon turned darker after being completely exposed to the pouring rain that day Jisoo let Jennie slip off her sight. Jennie was supposed to save her arse from some formal occasions she did not want to attend but then Jennie told her that her parents were on their way to London that night so all the plan was changed since she needed to pick them up at the station.

The last thing Jisoo remembers was buff; Jennie's buff-coloured coat immediately changed its form to the colour of soil as soon as the smell of rain and the sound of it violated Jisoo's senses and Jennie was already making her way halfway through towards her car without an umbrella.

That was the last Jisoo saw of her best friend before she got a call from The Winchesters Memorial Hospital telling her that Jennie got into an accident, both her parents were dead, and her very life was called into doubt. Jisoo was in an utter shock from the news that by the time she came to her senses, she had made it to the ICU still dressed in her fancy gown but with disassembled hair, facing Jennie who was plugged into these bunch of pipes and machines. It was only a few hours ago that Jennie went to fetch her parents by the break of the dusk and a few hours later Jisoo came to a scene as such by the break of dawn.

That was how fragile life could be, Jisoo reckoned, as fragile as the colour buff turning to the colour of the soil in the presence of a gloomy sky.

It was grey; the sky after she had to break the news to Jennie, regarding her parents who were then already kept frozen at the hospital morgue after three days following the accident.