Sometime around 2016

 

Hirai Momo checks on her phone.

 

She looks at the time, it is already 10:00 PM.

 

Yet, Sana isn’t home yet.

 

It has always been like this since Sana has started working. She always comes home late.

 

And, she rarely has time for Momo.

 

Time for the two of them.

 

Sana would leave early in the morning kissing Momo on her cheeks or forehead.

 

And then, sometimes she would be home later than tonight flopping herself on the bed with no energy.

 

Momo notices that Sana is continuously losing weight.

 

She got so worried about it.

 

She looks outside their small window and it is about to rain.

 

Pretty sure Sana did not bring an umbrella.

 

Like a good girlfriend, Momo has always been.

 

She puts her pullover and picks a large umbrella for the two of them.

 

She went out of their house to fetch Sana.

 

She knows how much Sana has been trying so hard just so she can support both of them.

 

How Momo wishes she can help.

 

But she just can’t.

 

She stands right outside Sana’s office.

 

She checks her phone once again.

 

And dialed her.

 

But it kept on ringing, Sana seems to be busy.

 

She’ll probably wait a little longer.

 

And –

 

Momo smiles.

 

A sight of Sana walking out from the elevator appear.

 

Momo stands across their building so, she could see Sana clearly going out of the door.

 

She has her phone on her hand.

 

And, in an instance.

 

Momo’s phone rings.

 

Momo smiles because Sana calls her back.

 

She swipes the green button.

 

But –

 

“Hi – “

 

Momo stops from speaking.

 

She hears a man calling Sana’s name.

 

“Few secs, Momoring,” Momo hears Sana’s tone.

 

She did not even say a hello or anything.

 

She just put her phone down to focus her attention to the man behind her.

 

“It’s raining, do you want me to give you a ride?” He asks.

 

Momo could hear his tone.

 

He seems to flirt to Sana.

 

Sana looks outside, and the rain is really bad.

 

Momo hides from somewhere that is visible to Sana.

 

She sees the smile on Sana’s face.

 

The smile that offers seduction.

 

Maybe it was not intentional.

 

Maybe it was just Momo’s clouded mind who is thinking that Sana is even flirting back.

 

“Yeah, the rain is pretty bad, that will do,”

 

Momo hears Sana’s tone.

 

She sounds welcoming.

 

Momo clenches her jaw.

 

She is the jealous type.

 

And she is not denying it.

 

Unlike, Sana who rarely get jealous and trust her so much.

 

Momo is a bit different.

 

She loves Sana so much that she is so scared of losing her.

 

Losing her from someone.

 

And that scene appearing before her eyes pained her the most.

 

The man who invited Sana wears a coat.

 

He has a car.

 

He looks stable.

 

He looks like he can buy the things that Sana wants.

 

He looks like a good provider.

 

He is everything that Momo isn’t.

 

And with all of that, her insecurities eat all of her.

 

A certain sting in her heart appear.

 

She wants to burst in their building pull Sana away from him.

 

But Momo looks at herself.

 

She looks like a mess.

 

Could she even compete with an expensive looking guy?

 

How will a ride on a bus better than a comfortable seat in a fancy car?

 

Momo lowers her shoulder.

 

“Oh, good let’s go then,” He invites.

 

“Okay, but give me a minute,” Sana smiles.

 

She then put her phone back on her ear.

 

“Hey,” Sana whispers.

 

Momo answers in a hum.

 

“You called me more than 30 times, is everything okay? Have you eaten? Do you want me to buy something for you?”

 

The care of Sana’s voice is very visible.

 

Momo wants to hold on to that.

 

But something inside her makes it feel that it is unreal.

 

Momo knew that once she speaks her voice will be breaking.

 

Sana hears the controlled breathing of Momo from the other line.

 

“Is everything okay, Momoring?”

 

Momo looks at Sana from where she is.

 

Sana looks really worried.

 

Momo takes a long breath.

 

“I’m okay, I was just calling to check if you are home already?”

 

“No, I am still in the office, where are you then?” There is an urgency from Sana’s tone.

 

“I am hanging out with Somi and Chungha, we grab some drinks,” Momo is just staring at Sana.

 

Sana takes a long breath.

 

Momo knows she is annoyed.

 

“I’ll pick you up,” Sana sounds irritated.

 

Momo looks at Sana in melancholy.

 

“It’s okay, we are almost done, I will meet you at home,” Momo assures.

 

There is a long pause.

 

Sana takes another long sigh.

 

“Okay,” She continues.

 

Momo smiles sadly at Sana.

 

She hangs up her phone before she can even say goodbye.

 

She sees Sana trying to say hello or something.

 

She looks so pissed.

 

She tosses her phone back in her bag and smiled to the guy who offered her a ride.

 

Momo watches Sana from where she is.

 

She looks different with a guy around her.

 

They disappear from Momo’s sight.

 

And soon, she started crying before she knows it.

 

Momo is fragile.

 

She is a crybaby.

 

Even Sana knows that.

 

Her insecurities and innocence are eating her up.

 

Momo walks in the rain.

 

She did not even use her umbrella.

 

She walks.

 

And walks.

 

Her mind is blank.

 

She tries to remove the image of Sana with that man in her head, but it keeps on appearing.

 

It was an epitome of everything that is not Momo.

 

Now, her mind is killing her.

 

She thought it can’t be helped.

 

Because her mind is going to places, places like Sana could not be working during the times that she said she will.

 

Momo thinks she is going crazy.

 

Sana is not that type of person.

 

Not at all.

 

But…

 

Momo came home that night wet and weak.

 

She sees Sana sleeping on their bed.

 

Momo takes a deep breath.

 

She looks at Sana so dearly.

 

“Am I the one pulling you down Sana?”

 

“Will you be with him if I am not in your life? I see all the wonderful things ahead of you, that man, your job, but am I holding too much of you?”

 

Momo speaks to the sleeping Sana.

 

 She sleeps on their couch without her even realizing it.

 

Her eyes are swollen.

 

She finds herself in some dry clothes and a blanket covers her body.

 

There is a fever patch on her forehead.

 

Also, a cooked meal with medicine on the table.

 

“You are sick, I wanted to stay and take care of you, but I have an event at work, I’m so sorry if I can’t stay but I will make it up to you, please give me a call when you wake up, I called Mina to take care of you. Love you,”

 

Momo reads the note Sana l