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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?”
it took her a second to register that the voice was actually coming from outside the apartment, not the inside. to be fair, she didn’t even expect any sort of response from the other girl, and yet... there she was, talking to her. one sharp intake of breath later, min-ah turned around and it almost felt as if her entire world had came to a halt. who knew that after a few months of not being together, rune could still make her feel like that. so small and vulnerable. so helpless. she would give everything up right on the spot if it meant to make everything right, to make amends, to make them both forget what personal kind of hell both of them had to go through because of min-ah’s sudden moment of weakness and stupidity.
breath caught in her throat caused her to swallow ever so thickly, doe eyes blinking the unshed tears away as if she still couldn’t believe that rune was there. she wanted to say something, but there were plenty of things on her mind, and the make-up artist didn’t know where to begin. lips forming a thin line, she just let out a sigh and stored her phone back into her purse. she had to say something. otherwise her only chance at making things right might be gone just like that. “i...” well, that was a start. a bad one, but it still counted, “i came here to apologize for being a selfish bitch.” still just as bad, but at least she was talking, now, wasn’t she ?? the usually talkative girl didn’t know how to put anything in words. she had no idea how to tell rune what she’s been going through without making it seem like the other was somewhat at fault -- she wasn’t, and they both were aware of it.
“i let go of one thing that kept me sane in this mess,” min-ah added, “the truth is... i still love you. i have never stopped loving you. i just... couldn't deal with the thoughts in my head, telling me that everything is just a happenstance and everything eventually is going to go down the drain, sooner or later. i was foolish enough to let the thoughts get the better of me and break it all off. and for that, i am sorry, rune. i really am. i am sorry for hurting you." this was a crystal clear description of a cliche ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ kind of scenario, and while it felt good to finally get this off her chest, it didn’t stop the pain. “i just... wish you could forgive me. do you think it could be ever possible ??”
