I ended up writing this because I wanted to know if it's better to write Sojin's perspective from the third person POV. I think I'm enjoying it, but I don't know, share your thoughts? ^_^

Confession: I actually wrote a different, heartbreaking version of this reunion. Haha. I would have published it two months ago but then I decided not to. And then a few days ago, I was possessed with an extremely happy spirit and I wrote this. LOL. Anyways...

I also wanna grab this opportunity to thank everyone who subscribed, upvoted and left comments (especially the ones leaving behind comments). It's very heartwarming to know that you didn't only enjoy the read, you also learned a lot. Again, from the bottom of my heart, thank you.

Enjoy!

She was running again.

The first time she found herself running was during orientation. She had mistaken the schedule of another college as her own, and by the time she realized her slip, she had to barge into her college’s main hall forty-five minutes from the time the session had commenced.

The second time she found herself running was during midterm exams. She had forgotten her exam slip and had to dash the ten-minute distance from the testing room to her dorm building. She had managed to dwindle it to five, but all the same she had lost precious minutes and her calm demeanor for answering.

The third time she found herself running was during recess week. A fellow arts major had been discreetly pursuing her during classes. She determined to shun him when she’d heard from another classmate that the man was planning to formally ask her out as soon as the short break started. She had hopped into a random campus bus when she felt him tailing her, pretended not to see him waving his arms to get her attention by the window, and changed all her hangout places altogether.

The fourth time she found herself running was during pre-registration for second term. No, it wasn’t to get herself into all of the wonderful classes with all the wonderful instructors. It was to escape from a business student who claimed her boyfriend had been cheating, the other party being this clueless arts freshman.

And now, for the annual Christmas dinner organized by her college society, she was running again. In her shimmering silver heels. In a silken red dress that hugged her torso and flowed freely down her hips up to her mid-thighs. Her long locks pinned haphazardly to her scalp in pearls. Her makeup light but alluring.

Racing against the cold December breeze, she chided herself for leaving behind her parka. Then again, it hardly mattered. It would have dallied her a few more seconds to fetch the coat, then risked crossing paths with her ardent suitor who was apparently running late.

Truth be told, she could have endured the man and his persistent wooing, along with her seniors pushing her to drink, throughout the festive night. But she had more important plans. Plans involving her recently-arrived fiancé.

So she was running again. Partly away from her pressing colleagues, but mostly towards him.

By the time she rounded a corner along the metropolitan maze, her ankles were screaming. She wanted to kick her heels off, but decided against it. She focused instead on the brightness around her. Commercial buildings and hotels were draped with decorative lights, wreathed by the doors, and teeming with cheerful people. Everywhere she looked there seemed to be a party on progress, gifts being exchanged, wine bottles clanking. She wondered idly if her boyfriend was still in the middle of celebration when she called him a while ago. Her cheeks flushed at the title she’d unconsciously branded him with. Boyfriend. It didn’t sound as binding as fiancé but it still gave her the chills. Good chills.

Luhan had flown in earlier in the morning for a family gathering tonight. With the investors, of course—he’d told her when she asked why on such short notice. Not that she was complaining; in fact, she’d been ecstatic all day, but she would have wanted more leeway to prepare for his arrival especially that it would be the very first time in almost a year that they’re seeing each other again—and no longer as friends. She wondered how she should act around him now. Should it matter? Would he even care?

On her untimely exit from the restaurant her colleagues were wasting the night away, she’d hastily told Luhan to meet her at an outdoor coffee shop by the bay. She failed to ask if she would be interrupting his time with his parents. She also failed to mention there were at least five outdoor coffee shops lining the metropolitan coast.

Dropping her sprint to a quick walk, she passed by two coffee shops to no avail. By her fourth café, the bones of her feet were threatening to shatter. Her arms had gone numb from the cold. Her head was beginning to feel dizzy.

“Where are you…?”

She leaned by the railings and hauled out her phone, only to find her classmate’s caller ID illuminating her screen.

“Oh, for the love of—!”

She cancelled the call and began to march towards the next coffee shop. She froze in her steps. A few feet away stood her persistent classmate, eyes glaring at his phone—undoubtedly after she’d rejected his call. There was nowhere to hide. It would only take him one look up and he’d see her. And then she would be running again, except her feet had already died. And though she had never been outright with her rejections, running away from him now, after she’d clearly witnessed how he’d chased after her, would be the most idiotic—not to mention cowardly—way of turning down a man.

She wanted to cry out in frustration.

The man in front of her smiled as soon as their gazes met. How easily his expression changed. Does he like me that much?

Just then her phone vibrated within her grasp. She started, giving it a quick glance. She answered at once.

“Hey, you passed me by.” Luhan was chortling at the other end. The sound of his voice, warm and gentle, calmed her.

“What?” She replied through the receiver. Her classmate was walking towards her. “Where are you?”

“Look back, I’m at the coffee shop you just dashed by. I was getting us some coffee when you—“

She had put her phone away just as her classmate paused at arm’s length. His countenance remained pleasant despite the chase. He was towering and good-looking, his smile almost contagious. But he was not Luhan. And however attractive he might be, it annoyed her to realize he was keeping her from seeing Luhan tonight. He didn’t know, of course. No one in her college knew she was betrothed. Regardless, she didn’t like the idea of this man attempting to hog her for the evening when Luhan was supposedly waiting for her.

She didn’t give him a chance to speak. She slipped off her killer heels, bowed, and ran off towards the other direction. She would have explained—at last. But if it meant diminishing her time with Luhan, then she couldn’t be bothered. Besides, if her classmate gazed after her, which she was confident he would, then he would finally understand her evasion.

She could see Luhan now, phone still pressed to his ear, his other arm waving overhead at her. He was only a faint outline in the distance, but she didn’t have to squint to know he was sporting a suit and tie. It was a family gathering with their investors after all. He needed to look grand. Which led her to another conclusion, that she had indeed interrupted an important dinner.

She ran as fast as she could, though it didn’t seem to take her faster towards her destination. Her ankles had stopped complaining. She was barefoot. The sensation was heavenly. She ran faster.

Luhan’s expression morphed from cheery to thoughtful as their gap narrowed. She never slowed down. And then he knew he had to brace himself.

The force of the impact nearly toppled them over, but she held on, confident that Luhan was worlds stronger than she was, no matter her bone-crushing hug. She took in his scent, fresh soap and only a tad bit of perfume. He was just as intoxicating. She didn’t let go. She cuddled into the crook of his neck, locked her arms around his waist, and listened to the racing heartbeat against his ribcage.

To say that she missed him would be a gross understatement. She didn’t know where to begin. She wanted to tell him loads of stuff: her new life as a college student, her new roommate after the first one graduated and moved out, her interesting professors, her even more interesting colleagues, her queer yet entertaining college society, the business student who attacked her, the few males who seemed attracted to her, that one persistent suitor. She wanted to ask him all sorts of questions, too. She wanted to know everything, with all the minute details, how he’d been, how he was faring in his classes, if he had found another rival as exasperating as she was, if he missed her as much as she missed him. She wanted to ask about their high school friends, about his parents, how the dinner went. But words failed her, just as they often did when she was in his presence and all her affections were in the open, silent as they may be.

She and Luhan may have conversed a few dozen times on the phone the past months, but they were nothing more than casual hellos and endearing goodnights. Without verbally expressing it, they seemed to have settled on a mutual agreement not to interrupt each other's studies. They did banter once in a while, but before any of them could plunge into deeper conversation, they would bid each other farewell and wish themselves a good rest.

Tonight, Sojin didn’t bother groping for words. Luhan would understand. She relaxed in his embrace, but she didn’t slacken her hold. She shifted and rested her chin on top of his shoulder, gazing towards the horizon. She never imagined to be reunited with him this way, running barefoot and crashing into his ever open arms. She shivered, remembering suddenly her dress and hair and makeup. She added her unusual getup to the list of things she d