having a modern pen pal meant making friends with someone virtually, and that friendship developing into hours of talking about endless subjects, from favorite food, to sharing music and deep conversations regarding personal lives. chahee expresses subtly, that she’s unhappy because she can’t make her dreams come true, that it’s a little complicated and it’s not just school getting in the way of it. most detailed thing she says about it is that she’s not quite prepared to become a wife. for a while, she doubts that it was a good idea to talk about it, so she doesn’t contact her friend for a week straight.
months passed since the embarrassing encounter, things gradually clicking back together. she’s back to updating her friend with her daily life activities, her fiance being as neglecting as ever. she types long entries, like she would in her journal, wrapped in cute emoji and slang text, in case anyone ever dared to peek through her messenger. hopefully not, because she would be embarrassed and violated, if so.
“hey, what if we meet?” is what she boldly sends one day, while getting ready for her yoga lessons. she enrolled about a month ago, finding it a source of stress relieving. hair caught in a high ponytail, she zips her hoodie up with bag tossed across her shoulder and leaves the house. she didn’t expect her proposal to be agreed on, and tries to dismiss how her legs were trembling through the car ride, despite the initial meeting being after her lessons.
