It turns out that there will be no travelling, not anymore. I want to keep it that way. Travelling was ‘our’ thing.

She doesn’t know why but she supposes that she is now somehow close friends with the girl that he is currently seeing. Considering that their social circle of friends frequently mingled and socialised, it is no surprise to her when she found out that some of her older unnies had taken a bit of a liking to Park Shinhye.

Park Shinhye, the girl who is pretty. Park Shinhye, the girl who is tall. Park Shinhye, the girl who is kind. Park Shinhye, the girl who is generous. Park Shinhye, the girl who can unknowingly charm a lot of people, including her unnies and for a moment, herself as well. Park Shinhye, the girl who might have a shot in the showbiz when it came to acting and therefore more successful than her when it comes to careers. Park Shinhye, the girl who he cannot stop being around because she just happened to be every guy’s dream. Park Shinhye, the girl who she has unconscious slight hatred feelings towards because everyone seemed to like her because she was just being herself.

Because of this, Seohyun tends to generally avoid Park Shinhye without trying to seem rude. Her unnies, especially Tiffany unnie, can see what she is doing and only wears an amused look on her face whenever Shinhye tries to  include Seohyun in whatever activity it is but Seohyun always finds it in her somewhere to refuse and blurts out the lame excuse, “I’m busy that day.” She has used that excuse so many times that she is sure that Shinhye knows that it isn’t an excuse anymore.

So they are acquaintances but they are never really that close with one another. Both are closer to other individuals within their social group. So Seohyun is very shocked when she opens her door one night and sees a sobbing Shinhye on her doorstep, looking as if she has just been walking through the rain before she got here. Even though Seohyun does feel somewhat resentful towards the pretty wanna-be actress, she does have a heart and compassion is her virtue as it is her weakness. There is something utterly… poor and sympathetic about Shinhye that makes Seohyun want to embrace her no matter how close they are and how awkward their actual relationship is.

With tears ruining her porcelain face, the drenched girl accepts a warm blanket and some tea from the young painter. Instantly she feels warmth spread through her from being in this apartment. There is something about the painter and her apartment that spreads warmth to others unlike anything else anyone encountered.

In a gentle voice Seohyun asks the question that has been bugging her since the girl turned up on her doorstep, “What seems to be the matter?”

Still shaking from the rain outside, Shinhye acts like a dignified actress and takes a slow sip from her tea. She doesn’t answer for a moment and doesn’t say anything. Resting the cup in her lap, she stays silent, staring off into space. Seohyun patiently waits for an answer even though she isn’t quite sure if she wants to know what the other girl’s problem might be.

“Yonghwa oppa and I…” Shinhye starts off awkwardly. Seohyun, who normally shouldn’t care about these type of things, finds herself hanging onto every word that the girl has to say. “It was never really meant to be,” she finishes gently.

Despite the fact that the poor girl comes to her house, someone who isn’t even remotely close to, and confesses of her break-up, the painter who only painted as her heart desires cannot find it in herself to be somewhat sympathetic for her. Despite the fact that the poor girl comes to her house with tears streaming down her face and her clothes drenched, Seohyun still cannot find it in her to be somewhat sad for her. Despite the fact that she is supposed to be sad and under normal circumstances she knew that deep down she would be sad, she isn’t. In fact, Seohyun feels lighter and freer. In a long time, she smiles a true smile.

Three sharp knocks on the door take her attention towards it as she glances up from the drama that she is watching. Shinhye is already asleep in the guest room after talking about how she thought their relationship was going fine and that nothing could possibly go wrong. Grudgingly, she gets up from her comfortable position on the couch and stands up and heads towards the door. She takes a quick glance at the clock, noting the late hour. Who could be visiting her at midnight?

She opens the door gently and is surprised, like earlier this evening, to see him on her doorstep. She sees his facial expressions and she just knows what he is going to say.

And in the end all we needed to be was a bit older, a bit wiser and a bit more mature so that we could travel again without falling.