120110 Tiffany’s airport fashion.
Your eyes felt heavy. Endless paragraphs blinded your hazy eyes and fuzzy mind. You knew it was useless to push yourself reading a book. You’ve always wondered why she had always loved reading. What was the point putting a whole lot of effort and time to read a bunch of scribbled lines? You figured you would never understood her. A smile graced across her pale face before you drifted off to slumber.
What you didn’t know was that she, was there. Beside you, discreetly crawling under the blanket with her biting her lower lip, not wanting to wake you up. She knew better whatever she’s doing would never wake you up. No matter how hard she screamed, you would never notice.
Either way, the brunette wanted to forget that you could never see, or even touch her. Right now, Jessica just wanted to sleep next to you though she knew she could never really sleep again. Seeing you sleep was one of Jessica’s ways to seek contentment. So she did, positioning herself beside you, head’s resting onto her delicate hands, eyes never leaving your shut eyes.
“Trying to like reading, Taengoo?” she whispered with a slight giggle that you’ve missed dearly if you could hear her.
She decided to leave a mark; somewhat, a memoir. It was okay, right? It’d be her last, anyway. Shrugging off the consequences, Jessica grabbed a pen near her and scribbled something onto the thick sheet of paper. Her sincere smile never vanished from her porcelain face.
Minutes turned to hours and Jessica still lay there beside her dear one. Only now, she was asleep. Something about that stirred you. Eyes fluttered a bit before the light finally struck your blurry vision. You glanced around and everything was still the same except for the book you’ve read halfway earlier. Pink small letters with a heart imprinted on top of the page. You felt everything had stopped for a while. Took you a moment before your expression soften at the sight. Head snapped to her side and saw nothing, yet your lips crooked upwards. Perhaps, rather sadly. “You’re here,” you whispered as you brought your hands toward the void space to your right, but nothing came in contact.
Your gaze dropped to the book. The urge to cry was tempting, but she couldn’t. Not right now. Not when she’s there and not when she’s sleeping. So you did what your heart told you. Grabbing the pen, you too, wrote a reply to her on top of the previous page before trying to fall asleep again. You sensed this was going to be last time you would ever be sleeping together with her, so you did your best to bring yourself to slumber. With one last look and a whisper to the vacancy beside you, you closed your eyes. Hoping, yearning, wishing, that somehow, all these were not a dream.
“I love you too, Sooyeon.”
