` 'til the end ━ *
rkluna:
{ ☼ }
“so, something funny happened today,” she begins, going over to her training bag and picking up her water bottle as an excuse not to look eve in the eyes. “i got called to baek jiyoung’s office, and there was a royal rep there. he said they want to buy out my contract.” she pauses, and for a split second, considers leaving it at that, but she can’t possibly keep the truth from eve. she needs her to understand why she’s going. “xayah left luxe and they want me to join.”
eve knows how tempted she’s been to give up on debuting– how she stays because there’s nothing better for her to do, and she thinks there are still things for her to learn. they’ve both been here too long, and they both know it. she doesn’t know what to expect from eve. really, she doesn’t expect anything from her. she just needs to know.
@rkxeve – *
the fog has been better today -- just a bit clearer. eve has found it easier to chat with the other trainees, easier to laugh without feeling like it’s forced for fake. when someone asks her how have you been, her response of i’m fine is still a lie, but it doesn’t feel like as much of one today. she really has been fine, at least today. she’s been learning to deal with it, learning to push through.
some days it’s just too hard to push through. she tries to do it anyway, and usually fails. but today is a good day, so she tries not to think about that.
luna is quiet, though, and it makes eve antsy on the way home. she fiddles with the hair ties around her wrist as she watches luna approach her training bag and pick up her water bottle, motions that are all too familiar and easy between them, but the way luna is avoiding eve’s eyes sends a chill down her spine. she can’t pinpoint why she’s so anxious all of a sudden -- usually it’s easy to be in comfortable silences with luna, but something about this silence gives eve a bad feeling.
she hopes she’s just getting worked up over nothing.
( she isn’t. )
when she speaks, luna’s voice is far too casual, and eve freezes. all at once, her jittery motions stop so that she instead more resembles a statue than a person -- and she better matches the way she feels like her insides have just turned to stone. don’t be leaving, she thinks, and of course that’s exactly what’s happening. she listens to luna’s words, delivered bluntly as she does everything, and stares open-mouthed at her best friend, unable to fully process the news for a moment.
this is a good thing, part of her says. luna gets to debut, and with a concept that suits her. she’ll be happy.
this is the worst thing that’s ever happened, most of her replies, falling to pieces inside eve’s head. she’s leaving. she’s debuting without me. she’s leaving.
eve is silent for far too long, though she doesn’t know how long. luna’s announcement hangs in the air between them, growing and mutating and twisting the air around them until eve can hardly breathe, and she feels a drop of water fall from her cheek to her hand in her lap without even realizing that she’d started crying. “oh,” she finally says, though she doesn’t know if it’s a moment or an hour after luna finishes speaking.















