STRETCH or TANGLE [JHS] ✅(Unedited)

{XIII}🍂

"Sure!" Her words falteringly emerged out as soon as she felt his fingers dipped into the skin as an indication.

The host smilingly urged them towards the wooden lectern where the crooked microphone was waiting on the surface. Hobi gently carried her towards the lectern thereupon. She was holding her breath as much as hardly her hands clutching the crest, entangling around his neck.

She looked around the cavernous arena. All the sparkling eyes were upon her at that moment and she felt so overwhelmed. Her eyeballs started moving in the sockets like a pendulum. She felt so nervous, too nervous to speak out a single word. She was gulping too much even though there wasn't any lump to be summed up into her parched up throat.

Her uneasiness was getting more and more prominent by the milliseconds, and Hobi could sense them each. He closed his eyes as a sharp sigh leapt out and dunked his fingers into her soft skin again.

"Let your heart speak."

Her restless eyes stopped moving. She heard it. It was a swift light whisper across him but potent enough to brushed against her earlobe, strong enough to dissolved her timidness. She collectively inhaled.

"Umm, I, umm- my sincerest apologies to the honourable judges and, to the audience here, for being appeared in a very inconvenience way." She finally spoke. But there was aberrant gasps in between her each sentences. Yet she managed to continue with great fortitude shrugging the constant pain, both physical and emotional.

"I, I want to thank the judges, who take their precious time and acknowledged me as the one, amongst all. I want to thank the audience, for watching my performance patiently and support me throughout. I want to thank, the people who have always been there for me and kept cheering for me, till the end. And lastly, I want to thank, my honourable coach, who has always been my icon. For whom I can be able to reach this far."

A sharp pang of remorse ran through Mrs. Park's offended heart as the deliberate words echoed in her head which of she never worth. Her mortified structure was standing at the corner clutching at the chest that reserving the exploding guilt all over her inmost.

"But I don't deserve this. I really don't." She spoke and there was sharp abhorrence espied her stinging tone. Her sudden statement threw the entire arena into confusion.

"This is not only a crest. It's an achievement. An achievement which is filled with someone's love, hard work, pain, rejoice," Her throat hurt as the walls squeezed from either side caused the crepitate words ringing in the silent hall. Salt water began trailing down her skin, searing the downhearted soul.

"Just not a bountiful stubbornness! It's an achievement, which can only be earned by love. The love, that shaped it into passion, not stubbornness! And I-I was stubborn. Too stubborn to see the love through passion, but the stubbornness of course!"

"I let this obnoxious disorder conquer me all over, I let it lead me to the point where- where I started losing my closest one and didn't even take it into consideration that a simple step might fix it! I let it chose the wrong side of me! I let it used me!"

Extreme dispair had driven her to the brink of great heartbreak. One by one, the teardrops turned into heavy rain. She couldn't help but poured out the excessive pain rummaging through her. The endless salty liquid held her grieve sadness.

"I failed using the right side of me! I always used to have the only aspect that how, how can I be the best, how can I be as perfect as my mom! I got too anticipated for winning and perfection that I didn't get to realize how oblivious I have gone about my surroundings! About the person who always tried to make me realize what actually perfection is! What passion is! But I was still that awfully stubborn and in the end... I lost him."