August 14, 2014

The day was long, agonizingly long. Being away from SinB was draining. Shouldn't I be able to not feel crippled? I thought maybe it was because I hurt her, or perhaps it really was only because she wasn't by my side. I stared at my phone, scrolling through Weibo. I caught up on any 'news' I might have missed. There was talk about Sowon and Eunha–apparently, Eunha ran out in a hurry, leaving Sowon behind. People talked about it being a date, and they'd probably get backlash for that. It made me wonder how far word had gotten for SinB and I. The last thing I wanted was to worry about thing's like paparazzi when I could be spending my time with SinB. 

Occasionally I would take a detour to SinBs text messages instead of worrying about the world and its bull, but I only sighed harder every time I did. My mind wandered, and sometimes I felt like it would be better if I were just sleeping. I thought about calling Sowon, but I knew if I did, all I would do was cry. I was about to try sleeping again before I got a call to my phone–it was Eunha. Picking up the phone felt like a chore, but I didn't want to leave her hanging. It didn't cross my mind that I might regret picking up. 

"Eonnie!" Eunha's voice was panicked on the other line. "SinB-ah! She needs you right now!"  

"What happened to SinB-ah?" My voice was becoming shaky. Did something happen to her?

"Come to her apartment. Stat!" 

"Say no more." And I was off. I arrived at the apartment as fast as I could, making my way inside. SinB was lying on the ground, Eunha was trying to help her up. 

"Eonnie! Help!" I did as she said, helping SinB to the couch.

"Is she alright? Where's her father?"

"He and SinB-ah got into a fight; he ended up leaving. By the time I got here, SinB-ah was drinking herself to death." 

"She what?" I stared at SinB, half wanting to slap her, half wanting to lay by her.

"I think the talk with her father had something to do with you. What happened eonnie?" I stood in silence for a few minutes, staring at SinB, before answering.

"I slipped up, told her I loved her in front of her father."

"So? I say I love her all the time."

"I also kissed her in front of him.." gulping from the last sentence I said.

"you what!?" She yelled. "Look. I get it you haven't known SinB-ah for that long, but her father is strict–but not just that. He lost his wife to cancer–it made him bitter and extremely protective over his children." My heart sank.

"She had cancer?"

"I'm sorry, I should have le