There was an static air of difference that settled uncomfortably between the two female bodies. Taunting them with a sinister grin as it placed separation in the supposedly and metaphorically glued friends - sisters, or so they used to happily call each other, but that word felt bitter on Hyunaâs tongue now. Perhaps ugly and black were better suited as descriptors for her own heart. Here sweet Gabby was coming clean about the suffocation she felt and the reasons for her long departure, and all she could feel is her selfish rage clawing and clawing and clawing at her insides. She should care. She should take Gabbyâs familiar hands into her own and comfort her until all worries disappear. She should be the better person and forgive. But perhaps she is not that evolved - pink lips opened up only to find silence sitting on her tongue, and so, she closed her mouth. Round orbs did not stop staring - âMaybe it had always been like that.â - her words echoed out with no prevention.
"You ran away. You ran away for days, weeks, months without contact. Did you not know how worried your parents were? Your brothers were? How worried I was - â Her slender fingers snatched Gabbyâs thin wrist in a light hold. âYou ran away because you were ashamed that you found someone to care about. Do you not know how lucky you were? To feel that spark, that rush, that comes with finding someone special enough to like? You ran away from love, Gabby, even the Hatter could not save you.â
Sporadic twitches of pain ate away her composure, something had lodged itself on her chest as Hyuna spoke one truth after another. Her began to its steady meeting, skin creasing as the guilt settled in, whilst her teeth dug onto her lower lip. The truth hit harder having been spat out by someone dear to her, perhaps because they have direct access to hit where's most sensitive. Almost in an instant, she was reminded of all the good things that came with meeting Jinsang came. She didn't even get a chance to admit her feelings to herself and here Hyuna was doing it without difficulty. It was shame, envy and guilty swirling into a great big bowl of disarray called Gabby's heart. She rolled her eyes and turned her face, teeth digging further into her lower lip as she kept the vengeful words from spilling. But as her gaze settled over their joined hands, she took a deep breath, pulling hers away.
"Don't talk about me so easily. We both know it doesn't work like that for us." She could feel the tension settling between her lashes, between her fingers, making her ears hot. Her fingers curled into a fist as they dangled on each side. Hyuna was right, she always was. And Gabby was wrong, always wrong. In her head, it didn't seem fair that she ends up losing regardless of what she decided to do. And Hyuna, she can do whatever she wanted and still win. Unashamed to be around Jiho, do the things she wanted, be sure about herself -- everything came easy for her. In panic, her anger launched an attack to the person within reach. "Who are you to talk to me about love, Hyuna?" The words skittered pass her lips like poisoned daggers, "What do you know about love?"Â
