My parents are not perfect, but they have always been there for me. My first prom, the day I got my driver's license or my eighteen birthday party- they were there, a big smile on their face, to congratulate me. I can't ask for better parents than them because even if they make mistakes, they love me. I am grateful for all the things they sacrificed to give me a joyful childhood.
My father has the drawback of being violent when he is upset, but most of the time, he is a good man who would do everything for his family. As for my mother, she lives in the shadow of my father but she is a loving and kind woman. I wish she could be more than just the wife of the priest to people.
Before I was known as a supermodel, there was a time when I was seen as the only daughter of priest Kim. I had to keep an irreproachable behavior for not ruining my father's reputation. Because of this, I never had time to play with the other children because my private lessons were during my free time. I had no friends back then. Maybe one, Elijah was an exception. She was my neighbor and known as the tough girl in primary school. We became friends after she discovered that we both loved horses. During my music theory readings every Friday, she would climb the wall of my room to spend time with me and distract me from studying. At first, I disagreed and pushed her away many times but she would always come back to me with a smile on her face. Then, I got used to her presence and began to see her as my best friend.
Years later, I met Lisa. It happened during Elijah's thirteen birthday party and she had insisted for me to come. I was nervous because meeting new people was not my thing. Awkward and shy was typically the adjectives that perfectly described my fifteen years old self.
Her ceremony was not a huge one. It was just a family dinner where I was the only friend she invited so everyone knew each other - except me. I remember that I wanted to go home. I didn't like meeting new people but Elijah didn't give me a choice. So, while she was laughing with her cousin, I sat on the grass caressing her cat.
Someone came to me with a honey pot and a spoon in her hands before giving me a small smile.
"Hi, I'm Lisa."
The younger girl sat beside me causing me to look at her in surprise. She chuckled at my reaction and put the yellow pot on the grass. "Elijah told me to talk to you."
That was pretty much how Lisa and I met.
After all of these years since that day, we went through a lot of things together. My old self would have never imagined that this strange girl with her honey pot will be one of my closest friends.
And now, I would have never imagined that Lisa will turn into a stranger to me. I wish our fight from last night didn't happen. I don't want us to be enemies because she's the sweetest girl I have ever met in my life.
I let out a deep sigh as I take a quick glance at Lisa talking with Chaeyoung. We are in a bar and even if I like spending time with the girls, I would rather be at home all by myself, not in this room full of drunk people. I'm not in the mood for talking so I have been listening to the long story of Irene for thirty minutes straight. Feeling my throat getting dry, I get up and tell the girls I'm going to order a drink. Lisa keeps on talking to Chaeyoung about random irrelevant stuff and doesn't bother to give me a single look.
I walk to the counter and the barman finishes drying the glass in his hands before smiling at me.
"Still thirsty ?" he teases me but I don't pay too much attention to him and sit on the empty chair.
"A tequila sunrise please," I say and put my elbows on the counter.
I wait for a few minutes before he gives me a glass with a gradient of red to yellow. I like how the colors are blended into one single beverage. I'm more into cocktails than hard liquor. Last time I tried strong alcohol was during my high school years, I took a sip of a vodka bottle because of a stupid dare and I stayed in the toilet all night. It is not a good memory and will never be something I will try again in my life.
"You're still mad at me ?" someone asks me.
I don't need to turn around because I already recognize the voice. Feeling annoyed, I roll my eyes and take a sip of my drink.
"Oh hell yeah," I answer her.
Elijah pouts and tilts her head. I can't believe that she told Jaden that I will go to his crappy date night tomorrow. I don't want to see him and I hate when people tell me what to do as if I was not able to decide by myself. I'm an adult and she's treating me like a damn child. I'm giving her the cold shoulders to express my disapproval about all of this since lunch and she finally noticed.
"Nini please give him a chance."
"It's been five years since I moved on from him! I almost forgot he existed and I wouldn't mind not seeing him ever again," I sigh while she bites her lips.
"Look at us ! We have the same age but I'm getting married in less than two weeks and you're still single. You need to settle down with someone."
I keep telling myself that I haven't find the one but she is right. Time passes fast. I'm twenty four years old and there's a lot of people around my age that are starting a family. I'm spending too much time in my work when I should find the man I will marry and have children. The future is scaring me because I have no idea what it would be.
"Not now. I have too much work to do to meet someone," I lie.
"I'm giving you the opportunity to meet someone that would worth your time. You should consider it," she says crossing her arms against her chest.
"You won't give up, don't you?" I chuckles and bring the glass to my lips.
"He's great. It would make me the happiest girl if you go to his date," she smiles at me.
If she wasn't there, I would have ignored him for the rest of my life. I don't give usually give people another chance once they disappoint me but I guess I need to do an exception for him.
"I'm sure it won't work but I'll go," I sigh causing her to smile at me and pull me into a warm hug.
Without even realizing it, my eyes find one's way to our table and my heart stops when Lisa turns her head to me. Jisoo is talking to her but she's looking at me with the most unreadable gaze.
She looks away as if I was nothing but a stranger to her. We are slowly falling apart and I feel like I can't stop it even if I want to.