Requested by vitaomins
Your fingers danced through the colorful dresses- silk, cotton, denim- you announced the name of the materials in your head. Your eyes matched your hand movement. They stopped in uniformity on a light hazel pink dress. Exactly what I’ve been looking for…
You yanked it out, feeling the soft milky material between your fingers. Your gaze wandered around to make sure no one was looking at you. Very quickly, you lifted the hanging price tag to sneak a look. $30. Hmmmm not bad… You wanted to try it on. Just when you began to walk someone called from behind.
“___________!” there was a slight hint of happiness and surprise in the voice of the stranger. You turned around, wishing you hadn’t. Your heartbeat took a deep dip before rising again. “Hey…How are you?” Chanyeol asked. You looked at him strangely, your head tilted slightly sideways and your eyes hinting a sense of empty distress.
“I’m fine,” you replied. “How are you??”
“I’m fine too,” he clapped an unhappy clap. It wasn’t the same anymore. Nothing was the same anymore… “So how’s life?” he asked.
“Life’s good-”
You noticed him nodding his head more than usual. He did that when he was nervous. He did that the first time he met you… the first time he dared to ask you to lunch two years ago.
“I like that dress you’re holding. It’ll look pretty on you,” he commented. Your thoughts took a big dive into the past. You began to reminisce the times you two had spent together. You two were so happy…in his words, perfect for each others. The late night talks, the planning of the near future, those summer kisses, the long tight hugs, walks in the park, breakfasts in the middle of the day and just about everything else you did together.
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“ What are you doing here at this time of the night?” you asked him half surprised half happy. He held his hand up high refusing to speak and glanced at his watch. You heard him whisper three..two..one..”
“Happy Birthday….” he had cheered as soon as the clock struck twelve.
“Oh my..” you clenched your heart. You had forgotten it was your birthday. And there he was, standing in your balcony with a dozen roses and a half melted ice cream cake.
“Hurry make a wish…” he pushed forward the cake. You closed your eyes and wished for him to be by your side forever.
“Oh noooo!!” Chanyeol cried as the wind blew the candles before you could. “How will your wish ever come true now?” he’d asked.
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“What happened to us,” you spat out still thinking about that day. Chanyeol looked at you, thinking of ways to answer the question he himself had been thinking about. You had shaken yourself back to reality by that time. The bitter, cold, hard reality. No wonder, the wish never came true. It made sense now.
While Chanyeol still tried ways to answer your abrupt question, you gave him a discontented smile. “I’ll see you around,” you said and waved.
“Aaaa, yeah…see you around,” he replied, turning almost immediately.
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“It just doesn’t feel the same way anymore. The way it felt a year ago…you know,” he said holding your hand firmly.
“What do you mean? I think everything is fine between us,” you replied squeezing his hand.
“Think closely about it _______,” he said avoiding eye contact. “It’s not the same anymore. We are just trying to make each other happy but in reality that’s far from true. We are living a broken relationship…”
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Those were the last words he had said to you before you parted almost a year ago. You couldn’t blame him. He was right.
You put the dress back on the shelf and walked out of the store. After all, what was the point of having things in your life that weren’t meant for you?
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Here’s a sad one. I couldn’t remember if I was supposed to write a sad ending for this one or not but since I’m not really that happy today I decided it to be this way. I hope you guys like it :)
Edit: This song you guys this freaking song [it brings back lots of memories for me from last semester]