Chapter 1: Hiding the blues
“Seori!”
“SEORI!!”
“Coming…” I said while opening the door.
“Why aren’t you ready yet? And why are you looking like a potato?” Mingi asked while questioning my outfit which was nightwear, a cute one, absolutely not like a potato.
“Ready? For what...” I said as I don’t remember anything.
“Seriously? Oh god... First may I come in?”
“Oh sure… sorry,” I said while giving him space to enter inside my house, he removed his shoes carefully. He looked unbelievably handsome today, though he would be number one handsome man in Korea right now and I'm not even kidding.
“Goodness! Were you eating snacks?” Oh yes, he's number one nosy person in Korea too.
I quickly hid them and stand infront of the table. “Oh? These… they were just for showpiece, you know…”
“Sure, Seori! You know very well that you are not supposed to eat these, right?” he said in a very calm tone. Like he was explaining a kid.
“I know…” I said in a low whispering voice.
I could see his features softening. He has sweet spot for people’s sad faces. And I know it very well.
“Well… Please don't eat these again” he gets a grip. “Get ready, will you? We have to go to Mr. Kim Jung-ho’s celebratory party.”
“Oh, it’s today??? YESSIR!” I gave him a smile and went towards my room but then paused for a second. “Oh yes!” I turned back. “I bought a new coffee machine, and it is fire… you should try making one while you are at.”
He gave me an awry smile and I went towards my dressing room.
I reached into the closet and pulled out the blue evening gown which my best friend-- Yuna and I had chosen.
Blue.
I held the fabric in my hands, feeling its weight. For three long years, I hadn't let a single shred of this color touch my skin; the mere sight of it usually brought back memories I preferred to keep buried. Looking at it now, hanging there so bright and elegant, my heart raced a little.
The fabric felt cool against my fingers, reminding me of things I wanted to forget. For so long, even seeing someone else wear this shade made me turn away. But today was about changing. It was time to face the three-year-old fears I'd let control me and find the version of myself I thought I'd lost.
I needed to prove to myself that a color couldn't hurt me anymore. As it is a mere color for me now, things which meant the world for me now… they are just insignificant things.
‘Enough Seori… get a grip! Mingi is waiting for you.’
I quickly wore the dress which fitted me perfectly. I zipped it up, dressed myself, made a hairstyle and put some makeup.
I took a deep breath and looked in my mirror—at my own reflection.
“I think I look wonderful! I always looked good in blue… I wonder why I avoided it for soo long,” I said to the girl in the mirror. The color suited me perfectly, draping beautifully around me, making me look strong on the outside.
I feel better hiding all the scars under something that I despised the most. The irony it is.
