cold night
The worst way to miss someone is to
be sitting right next to them
knowing you can't have them
The stars littered the sky with a beautiful glow. The wind was cold, but neither of them shifted or shuddered. The ambient sounds of the night filled the place, but neither of them spoke.
She wanted to tell him so badly. She wanted to pour out her all her feelings right then and there—the way her heart skipped a beat every time she saw him; how she absolutely cherished their late-night chats on the phone; and the pang of jealousy she felt whenever she spotted him with another girl. Bom could feel her heart being torn to pieces as she recalled the day he and Dara met. The two had bonded almost instantly, linked arm in arm like lifelong friends. She felt so cheated, as if they didn't need her in their life. As if they didn't want her in their life. Her eyes began to sting but she stayed strong and blinked back the tears.
"Bom?"
She looked up to see Jiyong's eyes on her. They were always so beautiful.
"Bom, if you have anything to say, just say it," his voice was so comforting, and for a moment she almost trusted him. She only shook her head and smiled sadly.
Silence again.
Bom gripped onto the chains of the swing tightly. This was the place that they both met, wasn't it? Jiyong had also proposed to her here, only to have him break her heart two years later when he began seeing another girl. She was dismayed and angry, but she still didn't have the guts to throw away the couple ring he gave her.
And there it was again. That longing to tell him how she felt.
She clenched her fists tighter.
"Bom."
She didn't look this time. She gathered her bags, and rose from the swing.
"I'll see you at work, tomorrow, Jiyong," she said in a quiet voice.
And she turned and left.