Jin-jja Jin-jja Jong-a-hae - Really Really Like You

Prologue

Caressing the pink-fabric bunny head, full of rice and with large button eyes glancing back. Poncho was its’ name; it was usually use for curing stress, mental thinking and depression. Golden suns, were cautiously eyeing upon Poncho, such eyes were curious. Apparently the catlike eyes were focusing the surroundings then. Once the yellowish orbs were finishing off the observation, the eyes were laying towards the clock beside the unmade bed. The clock stood upon the night table, whipping out the television control and clicking rapidly! Finally the right channel, the favorite soap opera, Glass Slippers. Such drama; was like Cinderella, but longer, dramatic, entertaining and further deeper meaning. Her fingers were crawling all over Poncho, then digging her fingers into the bunny head’s skin.

Sudden ringing from the phone was heard, letting out some sighs, her right hand snatches the cell phone while lifting towards the right ear. “Hello?” Sounding normal and casual; she realizes who was the caller. “Baye!”

“Hey, Golden Sun, can we talk?” said Baye, she was quite delighting over the facts that he finally calls. Squeezing the pink-fabric bunny head, then smiling and giggling. This was some excitement, for her. “I--I..”

“What’s happening?? Are you going to---!!” arising speed of the heartbeat was racing everywhere inside. This was going to be the first time, he would ever say such words towards her! Grinning widely, she knew what was going to happen next, or thought really.

At the same time, both Baye and the girlfriend said;

“Let’s break up!”

“say I love you?”

Utter silence, unknowingly what else was needing to be spoken. Inside; smashing, crushing, breaking, ripping everything apart her heart. What kind of feeling was that? She wasn’t understanding what her emotions and words Baye said. Her adoration towards Baye, hasn’t change yet. This confusion, the chaos and destruction was her fault. True, or not, she was blaming herself; for being the idiot not being able to understand. She began using imagery, what emotions were affecting her badly and seriously. Twisting knots, the rope wouldn’t stop. Blue skies were washing away. Mirror shatters into million pieces. Clock ticking stops. Darkness engulfs herself, while sadness drowns her. Clouds that were gray, won’t stop crying, nonstop raining pain. Such imaginations were awful, feelings were madness and sadness while being hurt beyond before. She was the first, to begin talking again.

“Baye.. why.. do.. you.. want.. separation?” she asks, her fingers were trembling. She began dropping the cell phone a few times. Baye was stammering, such hesitation; her boyfriend wasn’t able to say why. “why Baye?”

His bravery was forcing out, “Because I fell in love with someone!” with such courage; “I didn’t want to live in some lie!” and expressive pressure, “We were never in love!” everything was to end. “Let’s break up..”

Heartbreaking words, was never meant to last forever, for such eternality. Love was stronger than hate, effective enough that hate was like love. Meaningless adoration, her affections were useless towards him. “Alright..”

“Thank you, Aeyoung.” said Baye, his last words, were not filling with tragedy, but instead more enlighten.

During the night Aeyoung was crying endlessly, her first love, forever together for five years, now torn. Aeyoung was tugging onto Poncho, she wasn’t ready to tell friends about the whole event either, she was just wasn’t ready. Covering herself with the blanket, wasn’t enough for shielding the emotions away. Her older brother wasn’t coming home either, she’s all-alone, in the lonely apartment. Papery was love, easier ripping, than creating. Memories weren’t simply erase, only restraining the mind. Sleepiness wasn’t going take over, neither was happiness or cheeriness from anybody. Raining pain, the tissues stolen them, pouring more out, pain was producing itself. Pain was stronger than hate and love, maybe that was why many people did not wish for love.