12:19am || chaeryuna ☆

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2:19am. That's what her phone screen read when Chaeryeong texted her. 'Yuna?'

'What is it now?'

Yuna rubbed her eye with her left arm as she propped herself up on her elbow. The phone screen shone bright in her eyes, she couldn't help but flinch. Sighing, she began to type her reply. 'What's up?'

Not long after, a reply came through. 'Can you come over?'

Yuna frowned, confused. 'Chaer...?'

'Please.'

Yuna flopped back in the middle of her bed and looked up at the ceiling. The truth was, she missed her too. She missed her wavy golden bronze hair that sat messily atop her head in the mornings, tied up carelessly the night before. She missed her rosy red cheeks that seemed so squishable and plump but never fat. She missed her sparkly eyes that glowed brightest only when looking at her. But most of all she missed her voice. The words she spoke and the words she was yet to say. She longed to talk with her. She longed to fall asleep with her tangled in her arms, the last thing she heard before falling asleep being her voice.

Honestly, it wasn't as simple as that.

But maybe, just maybe tonight would be an exception.

Yuna ran outside, threw herself atop her bike, and began cycling as fast as her legs could take her. She wasn't going to go another night without chaeryeong. Not another one. She couldn't take another. And she knew Chaeryeong couldn't take another without her either.

"I'm coming." Yuna whispered, pedalling so fast that she thought her bicycle might lift off the ground and towards the sky. She hoped it would do that... it might have been quicker. She might've got to chaeryeong a little faster.

Soon, Chaeryeong's house emerged into sight. Panting, Yuna leapt off her bike and made her way behind the house. She snuck round the perimeter until she was directly below Chaeryeong's bedroom. Looking up, she managed to catch her hysterical breath. Maybe this was what love meant. To want someone so badly that you don't care about what happens to you. As long as they are happy, as long as they are safe, it doesn't matter even if you die.

'Chaer!' The younger called, lifting her head to see the window above her. She was careful to make as little noise as possible, but just enough so that her girlfriend could hear her. A long and suspenseful silence passed. She wondered if she heard her. She wondered if they heard her.

But all of her intrusive thoughts were put to an abrupt end as Chaeryeong's bedroom window was opened slowly and quietly, and a thick rope thrown out. It dangled just above Yuna's head, a perfect height. Determined, she took the rope in her hands and pulled herself up. Her feet found their way against the brick wall, darkness making everything harder. She tried desperately to make as little noise as she could, every millisecond feeling like a century. One foot, the other foot, and back to the first one. One, two, one, two.

Then, her foot slipped. It slipped. Scrambling for the wall, Yuna felt the rope lowering. The more she moved to try and find the wall once again, the more it snaked out of the window. Faster and faster, the rope began to pick up speed. Both feet were now dangling below her and she could do nothing about it. Every move she made only made the rope fall faster. She was falling, falling now. She couldn't see. She couldn't breathe. She was falling.