if life was just like a movie, there would have been a record scratch playing in the background, and the entire world would come to a halt. a flashback of a heartbreak would be on display for everyone to see. unfortunately enough, min-ah wasn’t able to play god just like that – everything was raw, unedited ( unlike multitude of her videos, where life was nothing but perfect ). shaky hand clutched her phone, almost as if it was going to slip right through her fingers just like a small chance of having her happiness being brought back. for the first time since what it felt like forever, the young businesswoman-to-be had little to no idea what to do.
heated up, rosy cheeks, the tiniest hint of a slur to her words, countless attempts to figure out what to say to the only person on her mind – she was standing there, hesitantly reaching further to knock on the door. how would she react ?? would she be surprised to see min-ah’s face ?? would she close the door before even giving her a chance to speak ?? there was a whole world of possibilities, and she wasn’t prepared for any of the outcomes. because, frankly… how would one cope with seeing the face of a person who once was their one and only, the person who broke their heart into millions of pieces ?? well, there was one way to find out…
“— rune ??” taking one step closer to the door, min-ah voiced, “please…” a silent sigh slipped from her quivering lips. she was ready for rejection. she knew she didn’t deserve forgiveness, but it still didn’t hurt to at least try and get a some kind of closure. in the end, she was the one to call everything off so abruptly, leaving the other woman with thousands upon thousands unanswered questions. it was a mistake, but min-ah, despite endless pleas, couldn’t turn back time and make things right the first time around. “i… — i need to talk to you.”
a whole day at work had gone by. dinner service had been a success, and yet again her food had been highly complimented by a food critic. rune was on top of the world and pretty much nothing could bring her down - she hadn’t even thought of min-ah for the whole day, and that was a huge accomplishment already. she usually kept min-ah in her mind when she was stress jogging, a mental anger trigger if you know what i mean. but not today. things were perfect and rune wouldn’t be shaken.
of course, after a couple glasses of wine, after the kitchen closed to celebrate the night, rune wanted to get home and have a good rest. she didn’t have the lunch shift, and in fact, she had the whole next day off and was already making mental plans with herself: sleeping in, having delicious brunch by herself, buying fresh produce and cooking the most beautiful early dinner before cuddling up to her cat on her couch to catch up on the few episodes of grey’s anatomy. on some days off, rune would take off and celebrate with others - strangers in her bed, mostly -, but on others, being alone was the way to go.
the whole following day went through her head while she stood in the elevator as it went to a full stop on her studio floor. quietly walking down to the long-ish hallway towards her front door, she caught sight of a familiar figure standing there. rune thought of turning back around the finding another place to sleep, but something inside her stopped her. she heard the voice coming for the doorstep: ‘i need to talk to you’. well, to rune, some things were better left unsaid. at least some of the thing she had to say to min-ah. that’s what her therapist told her, anyway. still, she approached her own apartment, one small step at a time. “min-ah? what are you doing here?”
