" I wish my life was that of a k-drama. That way, I could have my own happy ending."

We were standing at the edge of the balcony, my arms crossed, looking out at the sunset before us.
It was beautiful. The flowy warmth of the orangy yellow merging into the deep blue of the night sky. It was perfect.

"Not all dramas have a happy ending"

Startled, I glance at him, his dark black coat blending in with the soon to be moonlight. I digress,

"Sure, but I would still rather be in one, rather than here."

"What's wrong with here?"

"A lot of things. I hate a lot of things here."

He pauses, almost Hesitantly before saying his next few words,

"Then.. Do you hate me?"

—

Everyone has their own life story. Not everything can go your way, I've learned that the hard way. Not everyone is perfect. I've also learned that. But one thing that I have never, truly figured out was..

"I don't hate you."

"Then, this world isn't that bad, right?"

"You're good at arguing."

"I'm not arguing. I'm just telling you my opinion."

Why do you want me to like this world? Why do you want me to like reality? With so much wrong here.. There's nothing really right. But this.. It seems right..

"Speechles now, right? You're predictable."

"I'm not predictable!"

"Sure you are."

"I am not! Get that smug look off your face before I—"

"Before you what?"

He grabs me, pulling me in front of him. I don't even have time to respond.
This feels so strange, so surreal. It's like I'm in my own drama..

I look up, right into those deep eyes. The kind of eyes a girl like me could get lost in. I think I may have already. He's right there, across from me. Just like that of a drama. What is he doing?

"Look familiar?"

"I— um.. yeah."

"What was that about being in a drama?"

"Nothing.. Anymore.."

He tilts his head, just like that. Just like that I've fallen for him. I brace myself, locking eyes with his, inevitably unable to look away. Then, he comes closer, bringing his hand to mine. Time stops. It's just me and him now.

"I–"

He pauses. I shut my eyes, tight.

"Y-You can do it now."

"Do what?"

He chuckles. That bastard. He wanted this.

"Do you want me to?"

"To.. What?"

"Kiss you."

Millions of tiny butterflies hatch inside of me. This is perfect. Just like the dramas. Is this what he was going for?

Hesitantly, I nod.

"Words, please."

This jerk..

"Y-Yes.."

"Yes what?"

"Y-Yes.. I want you to.. Kiss me."

That was all it took. I closed my eyes again to which he found it appropriate to close in. Gently holding the side of my cheek, our lips met. It was as if a thousand doves flown at that very moment. This is what I had wanted. My own K-drama moment. He was the one to give it to me. That was one thing I was never going to regret.

© Tannni