Special

"If love is measured by
how much one was in pain
Then you were a love that
I won’t ever have again
Even if it’s in this way, even if it became a scar
Thank you for settling inside of me"

Her first love was puppy love.

At 15, she and her friend had slipped out from a party, going off to enjoy each others company. He had kissed her suddenly, surprising the young girl. as time passed, they both gradually fell out of the relationship, agreeing to just be friends.

It was a love she could care less about.

-

Her second love was fleeting.

He was older than her. But he was kind and caring all the same. He helped with strange gestures and konglish that warmed the young girl's heart. But one day he was gone, never to return. And she moved on, focusing on her future.

It was a love easily forgotten.

-

Her third love was special

They were similar. Both into a world of entertainment, not fluent in Korean and both expected to do what seemed to be impossible demands. They leaned on one another for support, so they could brave through it all.

-

"They want me to grow out my hair for debut," She complained. "They say that their girl group will be weird with my short hair. OH WHAT A SHAME." The tomboy growled, gesturing her anger towards the amused male in front of her. She continued on, voice changing to a more sarcastic tone. "Girls don't have short hair. They're only meant for boys -ARGH. IT'S. SO. STUPID."

Her rant was only met with joyful laughter on the opposite side.

Pouting, she plopped down beside him, arms crossed in irritation. The least he could've done was sympathize with her!

"Amber..." He voiced, but she only 'hmph-ed' in response. Smiling, he reached out and grabbed a lock of her hair, tugging slightly. "I think you'd look cute with long hair, it'd suit you." Ignoring her now stiffened form, he her locks gently and continued, "But short hair will always look amazing on you." He finished with a light chuckle, ruffling her hair messily

"Oh shut up." She muttered, swatting his hand away and turned to the side to fix her hair.

She honestly hoped he hadn't noticed how red her face was.

Or how loud her heart seemed to be beating.

Cursing, she yelled, "Where the hell is Henry with the damn food?!"

-

They were lonely. They were lonely together. And they were content.

But things change . They change so very easily.

-

"I'm sorry."

His voice was gentle, so warm and kind. And yet, so weak and broken.

"Shut up you big, stupid jerk." She cried, holding his fragile hands tightly to her chest. Her tears began flowing, more heavily than before as he reached out and cradled her within his thin arms.

"You're hair grew longer, it looks nice." He said, her brown locks with a slight grin. "But...Short hair will always look the best on you." With no response, he continued to play with her hair. Then he stopped, biting his lip until it bled. He wiped the blood off with the sleeve of his hospital gown and opened his mouth to speak.

"I love you."

A pause. She looked up and stared. Her eyes were red and puffy, strands sticking to her face that was still wet with tears. He grinned wistfully, her hair and removing the leftover strands to the sides with the utmost, loving care. He hugged her tighter, burying his face into the crook of her neck. He breathed in her familiar scent, taking in the soothing feeling of just being there, with her, and sighed blissfully.

"I love you too."

It felt so surreal.

One day they were exercising together.

Dancing together.

Eating out together.

But now, it was their last time together.

"Goodbye Amber."

She breathed in, closed her eyes, and she held his pale body with trembling hands.

"Goodbye Julian."

-

Her third love was beautiful.

It was painful.

It was kind.

It was hateful.

It was warm.

It was gone.

But it was a memory that she held dear to her heart.

-

The tomboy jumped in surprise as the door to the practice room opened suddenly, startling the young girl out of her thoughts.

A chubby-faced boy peeked in, surveying the area before spotting her. His face brightened happily at finally finding his target. "Hey Am! Want to go out for barbecue later?" He asked, opening the door wider so she could come and join him.

"Pfft- We just had Mexican food the other day Hen, Are you trying to make me fat?" She mock-glared and playfully punched him. He responded with a smug smirk and a brow raised suggestively. "You know it."

"Whatever snoopy, I'll go with you. Just let me get my stuff." She turned around once he nodded, gathering her necessities to go. Taking one last look at the practice room, to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything, she took a quick look at her phone. There was one more day until his anniversary. Biting her lip, she turned towards Henry with a small, sheepish grin.

"I suppose they won't mind us leaving the country for a bit then?"

He grinned cheekily, waving two brand new plane tickets in front of her.

"Pretty sure a day or two of vacation won't hurt them."

Taking his hand, she smiled when he squeezed hers reassuringly.

"Thanks Snoopy."

"Of course Llama."

It was time for the both of them to visit their best friend after all.

I'm so sorry I never update. I wrote this on whim earlier and got excited that it was all coming together. Then suddenly, my page refreshed, and I wanted to cry, because I didn't save anything. So I redid it all. ;u; If you're wondering who Julian is, then you should research online about him and amber. The story came from what I had read online.

I also apologize if the ending seemed weird and if there are spelling and grammar mistakes. I began writing at 2:30am orz;;

The title and quote are from Lee Hi's "Special."