| end of the day
"yaning, i love you." y/n mutters, looking over at the other girl who was laying down on the roof, eyes intently watching the moon and the dark sky.
the wind was strong, it was cold, and from downstairs, the loud ringing of the music while the party hasn't died down was still going strong, it was loud.
the non-stop chatters, shouts, cheers, even the loud bass of the music in every part of the house.
so y/n wasn't sure if yaning heard her.
but yaning didn't say a world.
they had nothing to do, but to lay down and watch the sky, just her, yaning and the moon.
y/n thinks yaning looked extremely pretty tonight, not just tonight; but always.
y/n couldn't say it, but she really really loved being with yaning no matter where it is, no matter what time of the day.
so though, she was unsure, she bit her lip and smiled.
just like how fast the day has been, the party downstairs is slowly dying, until none was heard except for yaning's steady breathing and y/n's fast heartbeat.
y/n didn't know how it started, where it came from.
it scared her, she was afraid, frightened, or anything that describes the fear she feels whenever she thinks about falling in love.
sometimes she just— y/n just doesn't understand herself.
from the morning, afternoon, and the end of the day— all she wanted was to be besides yaning and feel her presence seep into her.
y/n really doesn't know, and she hoped yaning harboured a feeling the same as hers.
because it'll be so unfair if she's the only one to feel those sparks flying everywhere inside her body, the tingly feeling, the warmth.
it'll be so unfair to know yaning doesn't feel the same way.
y/n would be lying if she said she didn't love or give a fuck about yaning, because hell— she'd risk anything for her.
"i like her." across the table, a young woman sighed and muttered.
y/n looked up to see her mother's expression in a confused, disappointed, angry, frustrated— or anything that writes disappointing and unsatisfied on it.
but her mother sighed, a deep one. and y/n felt like she was buried in it.
"y/n, get over it! wake up. it's just a phase you'll move on. it's just a flu." those words stabbed y/n like a knife, sharper than anything she had felt.
it stung.
"you must be possessed with some type of a devil." a priest retorted, looking at y/n with a horrid expression, frightened— as if he has seen a demon.
y/n sighed. "no it's not."
there was a shock look on her mother's face, disappointed look on her father's.
"we have to stop this, this is ridiculous." y/n's father sighed, palms roughly rubbing on his face.
"just let her be." he grumbled under his palms, before pulling it away and looking in his wife who looked, mad?
"no we can't! this isn't normal!"
y/n's father glanced at y/n who looked on her shoes, a frown lace on her face.
