sirenontheloose

[sirenontheloose]

HAVE  A LOVELY DAY

Not everyone deserves to be in your life, even if they once meant everything.

GENRE: angst

Dani’s words hit you like a punch to the stomach. She sighed heavily, her face was unreadable. “Let’s keep this from the girls,” she said quietly, standing up from the edge of her bed. For a moment, you just stared at her, struggling to process what you’d heard. “What?” you managed, your voice trembling with disbelief. The disappointment was clear, and you didn’t even care if she noticed.

Dani turned to face you, her expression cold, unfamiliar. It was like looking at a stranger, and it hurt more than you thought it could. “It’s not that complicated, Y/N,” she said, her tone sharper now, as if you were the one being unreasonable. “This was just a one-night stand. The girls don’t need to know every detail of our lives.”

Your chest tightened, the words hanging in the air, suffocating you. “A one-night stand?” you repeated, barely a whisper. It was like you needed to hear it again to make sure you weren’t imagining things.

She let out a bitter laugh, almost as if she was mocking you. “Yes, a one-night stand. You didn’t actually think this was serious, did you?”

The disbelief quickly melted into anger, the kind that burned and made your hands shake, your vision blurring as tears threatened to spill. You took a shaky breath, trying to hold it together, but the pain was too much. You scrambled to put your clothes on, hands trembling as the anger rose in your chest.

Without thinking, you turned back to her. The slap came before you could stop yourself, the sharp sound cutting through the silence. Her eyes widened, but you didn’t care. “Fuck you,” you said, your voice raw with emotion. You didn’t wait for her response. You stormed out of the room, the door slamming shut behind you, leaving Dani and her cruel words behind. 

It had been a week since you’d disappeared, and the girls could sense something had happened. They couldn’t quite put their finger on it, but the unanswered calls and unread messages had them worried. But you had let them know through your mom that you were fine when Sophia, Manon, and Lara came by to check on you. You weren’t ready to face them just yet, especially Daniela. It stung, but you knew you had to pull yourself together. Your week of self-imposed isolation was over, and it was time to step back into reality.

When you walked through the hallway, it was impossible not to notice the change. Your mini black dress and red heels, almost as if you were stepping into a different world, had the students staring in awe. It was clear, the one and only Y/N Y/L/N had returned, and the school wasn’t going to forget it. Sophia’s scream of surprise echoed across the hallway, and you couldn’t help but smirk, feeling a surge of confidence. You’d been gone, but now? Now, you were back, and you owned the room.

Lara gasped, "Damn girl, you look hot!" She grinned, motioning for you to do a quick spin so she could get a full view of your outfit. You couldn’t help but giggle. As much as you weren't looking forward to facing Dani after that whole mess, you knew you'd be an idiot to let something as trivial as “a one night stand” get in the way of the fun with the other girls.

"I thought you were dying," Manon teased, pulling you into a hug, her eyes narrowing slightly as she sensed something was off despite your smiles. The girls were all fawning over how gorgeous you looked, but Manon knew you well enough to notice the subtle shift. You returned her hug with a small, appreciative smile and walked alongside the girls, purposefully ignoring Dani’s presence. Hoping it was clear to her that whatever you had with her, it was over. 

It wasn’t exactly a secret that a lot of people had a crush on you. With your striking looks, your soft brown locks, your reputation as the model student with straight A’s, and most importantly, the sweet smile you offer to everyone every single day. It was no wonder you were a magnet for attention. Flowers, gifts, and letters? All part of your daily routine. Honestly, every day felt like Valentine’s Day for you.

Megan and Yoonchae eagerly reached for the boxes of chocolates you handed them as you settled into your seat across from Sophia.

“What do you want for lunch? I’ll grab it for you,” Sophia offered, brushing a strand of hair from your face before sending you a playful wink. You felt your cheeks warm at the familiar gesture. You’d never get used to her spontaneous acts of affection. “I’ll have pasta, please,” you replied, humming softly as she stood up to order for both of you.

Dani’s eyes followed you across the room as you laughed and chatted with everyone except her. It was clear to her that you weren’t going to make it easy. With a deep breath, Dani stood up from her seat beside Lara and walked over to you.

"Can we talk?" she said flatly. It wasn’t a request, and you knew better than to make a scene, so you nodded and silently walked toward the least crowded corner, hoping no one, especially one of the girls, overheard.

Standing across from her, arms crossed and guarded, you leveled your gaze at Dani. "What do you want?"

"If you keep acting like this, the girls will notice. They’ll figure it out soon enough," Dani huffed, her tone almost pleading.

You let out a bitter chuckle. "You should feel lucky I’m still letting you be in my presence," you said, your voice tight. "And I don’t care if they know."

You turned to leave, but Dani’s voice stopped you.

"So, that’s it? You’re just gonna end our friendship over this?" She bit the words out, her eyes searching for any hint of softness.

You scoffed. "You know damn well we were never just friends." Your gaze hardened as you delivered the final blow. "Our friendship ended the moment you kissed me five months ago. Don’t act like you didn’t know that." With a shake of your head, you added, "Have a lovely day, Dani." You walked away, leaving her with nothing more to say, just the weight of her choices hanging between you.

THE END

[sirenontheloose]

GOOD MORNING

Sometimes, a simple conversation changes everything.

GENRE: fluff??

After finishing your morning routine and sending your 5-year-old daughter off to daycare, you decide a coffee would be the perfect way to kickstart your day. Being a single mom has its challenges, sure your daughter is an angel, no doubt, but she can also be a handful at times. Even so, you wouldn’t trade her for anything in the world.

As you step into the bustling cafe, you make a beeline for the counter, ordering your usual, a strong, bitter black coffee paired with a flaky croissant. While you wait, you scan the room. It’s packed, as expected since it is the beginning of the week, and you spot only one available seat. Grabbing your order, you carefully navigate your way toward the dark-haired woman sitting alone in the corner, her nose buried in a book.

"Good morning" you greet with a warm smile, trying not to sound too eager. As she looks up, you're taken aback by her beauty. She’s like something out of a dream, with dark, wavy hair framing her face like an angel caught in the soft morning light.

“Good morning” she responds, her voice smooth and effortless. You catch yourself staring for a moment longer than you should but quickly pull it together, hoping you don’t come off as some kind of creep. It truly is a good morning, you think silently.

With a deep breath, you put on your best smile and ask, “Is this seat taken?”

“No, please, have a seat” she replies, flashing the kind of smile that makes your heart skip a beat. It’s enough to make you feel like you’ve just won the lottery, and you can’t help but return the smile.

“Thanks” you murmur as you sit down in front of her, trying to steady your pulse. It’s been ages since your heart raced like this, and you can’t decide if it’s because you’re getting older or if it’s simply her presence that has you feeling this way. She seems engrossed in her book, and you wonder if it’s too soon to strike up a conversation. But, then again, when will someone like this come around again? You figure there’s no harm in trying.

“What’s the book about?” you ask, glancing at the cover, "The Art of Not Giving a Fck*". She lifts an eyebrow, her lips curving into an amused smile, and you immediately wonder if you’ve asked the wrong question.

She chuckles lightly. “It’s about learning to pick and choose where and how you invest your energy” she explains, her voice warm with just the right amount of wit.

You nod thoughtfully. “That sounds like a really good read.”

“It is,” she agrees, setting the book down with a quiet thud. “Do you enjoy reading?” she asks, taking a slow sip of her tea. Her eyes flicker with genuine curiosity, and it makes you feel like she’s really interested in hearing your answer.

“I do,” you reply, finding your own rhythm. “But lately, it’s been mostly kids’ stories.” You let out a small hum as you think of your daughter’s favorite books.

Her interest piqued, she leans in slightly. “What kind of kids’ stories?”

You chuckle, delighted by her curiosity. “Oh, you know, the classics like Samuel Spoon, Big Blue Hood, and The Thirsty Crow. My daughter won’t go to sleep until I read at least one of them. She’s obsessed.” You say it with a fond smile, but your heart swells a little at the thought of your little one.

She offers a genuine smile while leaning forward, fully focused on the conversation. “How old is she?”

“She’s 5. She’s an angel, but a very energetic one. If you take your eyes off her, she’ll end up everywhere she shouldn’t be” you giggle, replaying moments when Y/D/N would run around. “She loves to draw too” you add, thinking about the time when your daughter brought home a drawing of the two of you from the daycare’s family portrait session. “Don’t get me started on her singing and dancing skills, though. She’s a born performer” you say with a wink, taking a sip of your drink.

Sophia watches you, smiling as you talk about your daughter for what feels like hours. Neither of you notices the cafe getting quieter until suddenly, your alarm goes off, pulling you back to reality. You glance at the time and your eyes widen. “Oh no, I’m so sorry, I must have talked too much.”

She laughs, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “It’s fine, I had fun.”

“I’m Y/N” you say, smiling as you extend your hand, realizing she knows everything about your daughter but not your name.

Sophia shakes your hand with a thoughtful smile. “I’m Sophia. Nice to meet you, Y/N.” You feel a little silly for not introducing yourself sooner.

“Nice to meet you too, Sophia” you say, not trying to be too cheesy, but her name just feels right as it rolls off your tongue. You let out a quiet sigh, realizing this little escape with a stranger is coming to an end. Offering a small smile, you add, “Well, I’ve got to pick up Y/D/N now. Thanks for listening to me talk so much about my daughter, Sophia.”

Sophia looks at you thoughtfully, then grins. “You’re welcome. She sounds like a sweetheart. And since I don’t think it’s fair that I know everything about your daughter and you don’t know anything about me or my dog, can I have your number?” She asks with a playful smile.

You can’t help but smile back, a little amused by her boldness. “Sure” you reply softly, your heart skipping a beat. It really is a good morning.

THE END

[sirenontheloose]

Welcome to the Siren’s Realm

Ahoy, Sailor. I am Aqua.

I’m new to this, and I’ve never really written anything before, but one of my resolutions this year was to try something new and here I am! English isn’t my first language, so feel free to point out any mistakes in my writing.

I’m excited to share my voice with you all, and I can’t wait to connect. Thank you for hearing my call and checking out my work.

MASTERLIST

LARA RAJ

MASTERPIECE IN THE MAKING

MANON BANNERMAN

THE CONVERSATION

SOPHIA LAFORTEZA

GOOD MORNING

DANIELA AVANZINI

HAVE A LOVELY DAY

MEGAN SKIENDIEL

LOCKER CONFRONTATION

JEONG YOONCHAE

[sirenontheloose]

MASTERPIECE IN THE MAKING

When did it start? Was it when she skipped lunch, lost in the world with her guitar? Or when her beautiful smile widened as she greeted everyone? Perhaps it was when her eyes shone brightest under the stage lights, captivating everyone, but especially me.

GENRE: fluff??

“Please, Dani, just this once!” Y/N begged, her voice barely above a whisper as Daniela—or Dani—rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, that’s what you said last time too,” Dani replied, exhaling sharply as she stared at her hopelessly romantic best friend.

Y/N bit her lip nervously. She and Dani had clicked easily when they met through mutual friends before Dream Academy, but the two couldn’t have been more different. While Dani thrived under the spotlight, Y/N preferred staying out of it, except when it came to Lara. And now, they were backstage, whispering frantically just five minutes before KATSEYE’s live stage, all because Y/N couldn’t bring herself to confess.

“I can’t, Y/N,” Dani said, crossing her arms. “Lara probably thinks I’m into her now because of all the gifts you’ve been giving her through me. I mean, seriously, how many times can I hand her flowers and gifts without looking suspicious?” Dani cringed at the memory of Lara’s confused look last week when she handed over yet another gift box.

“Dani, this is adorable, but... what’s all this for, sweetie?” Lara had asked, her smile polite but her tone uncertain. Dani had felt her stomach sink, the unspoken ‘are you into me?’ question hanging heavily in the air. The way Lara tilted her head and tried to let her down gently still made Dani want to disappear.

“I promise this will be the last one, please, it’s my best work yet, Dani,” Y/N pleaded, weaponizing her rarely-seen puppy eyes.

Dani stared at her in disbelief. The awkward, 24/7 ‘don’t talk to me’ best friend was giving her puppy eyes. And all for Lara.

“Fine,” Dani said, exhaling sharply. “But this is the last one, Y/N, and I’m serious. Next time, you’re going to face her yourself, or I’m telling her everything, including how you’ve basically forced me into being your personal delivery girl.” She grabbed the gift, shaking her head as she turned to leave.

Y/N winced at the possibility of her long-time crush knowing the truth, her heart pounding at the thought of finally facing Lara. The idea sent a wave of panic through her chest, but she pushed it away. For now, all she could do was hope Dani wouldn’t actually follow through on her threat.

As they finished performing “My Way,” Dani’s head was spinning, searching for the perfect excuse to avoid being cornered by Lara. Truthfully, it wasn’t hard to just leave the gifts and flowers in their dressing room, but Dani thought it wasn’t fair for anyone but Y/N to get credit for her hard work. It felt like her responsibility to ensure everything Y/N prepared actually made it into Lara’s hands.

“Lara, hey,” Dani greeted awkwardly, scratching the back of her neck as she approached.

Lara turned at the sound of her name, her expression showing a mix of exhaustion and curiosity. “Oh, Dani. What’s up?” she asked, her tone light but her gaze was steady. Dani swallowed hard, silently praying Y/N’s latest creation wasn’t going to get her into more trouble.

“For you,” Dani said, her voice almost too fast as she quickly shoved the gift and bouquet into Lara’s hands. Lara’s gaze was unreadable, making Dani’s nerves flare up.

“Dani,” Lara began, her tone careful. “Listen, the gifts and flowers are nice, and I appreciate everything you’ve been giving me. Especially the sculptures—they’re masterpieces, and I couldn’t be happier to be the one receiving them, but—”

“You love the sculptures?” Dani blurted out, her eyes wide with excitement, as if this were the best news she’d heard in weeks.

Lara blinked, caught off guard by Dani’s overenthusiasm, her brow furrowing slightly. “Yeah, but that’s not the point,” she said, her voice softening with confusion as she tried to process the strange amount of excitement coming from Dani.

“She’ll be over the moon when she hears this,” Dani whispered quietly, grinning as if her biggest dream had just come true.

“Who’s she?” Lara asked, furrowing her brow, reading the excitement on Dani’s face with a mix of confusion and curiosity.

Dani’s eyes widened slightly at the slip, quickly recovering but not without a hint of panic. “Oh, no one, uh… just someone who’ll be thrilled to hear you love the sculptures.”

As if the universe had suddenly shifted sides, let’s just say... Lara did not let that go.

After pressing Dani to reveal more about “her,” Lara had pieced together that the sculptor was her secret admirer. True to her word, Dani didn’t reveal who “she” was, leaving Lara both frustrated and intrigued. For two days, Lara tried and failed to extract more information from Dani, whose responses ranged from cryptic smirks to outright denials. Determined to uncover the truth, Lara turned to the person closest to Dani, Manon.

Catching Manon just as she finished practicing her part, Lara approached her with a determined smile.

“Water?” Lara offered, holding out a chilled bottle toward Manon, who looked up in surprise.

Manon raised an eyebrow, her lips quirking into a half-smile. “Okay, what’s going on? You don’t just hand out water for free.”

Lara placed a hand over her chest, feigning innocence. “What? A girl can’t do something nice now?”

Manon leaned against the wall, her arms crossed. “Not when that girl is you. Spill it, Raj. What do you want?”

Lara sighed dramatically, dropping the act. “Alright, fine. Do you know anyone close to Dani who’s good at sculpting?”

A knowing smirk curled Manon’s lips. “Who?” she asked, feigning ignorance.

“You obviously know who,” Lara said, rolling her eyes. One look at Manon, and Lara knew she was hiding something—probably enough to end the little game Dani and her secret admirer were playing. Lara sighed, exasperation clear in her voice. “Please, just tell me. It’s driving me crazy,” she pleaded.

The truth was, it was driving her crazy. The artwork felt so familiar, almost painfully so. And while the thought of discovering who was behind the masterpieces scared her especially if it turned out to be someone she hadn’t even considered but her curiosity was winning out.

Manon, on the other hand, knew this wouldn’t end well if Dani and Y/N kept the secret much longer, not with Lara actively searching for clues. Other than Dani, Manon was the only one who spent enough time with Y/N to pick up on the obvious signs. Even without Y/N outright admitting it, her crush was crystal clear. After all, Y/N only ever visited the KATSEYE house when she knew Lara wouldn’t be there.

“All right, Raj, what’s in it for me?” Manon asked, a mischievous glint in her eyes. Deciding to finally offer Y/N some much-needed help, she figured Lara could use a hint or two, of course only if the price was right.

“I’ll pay for your food for two months,” Lara promised, extending her pinky in a hopeful truce. Her expression was serious, but there was an unmistakable edge of desperation as she waited for Manon’s response.

Manon raised an unimpressed eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “That’s it?” she teased, dragging out the words for effect.

Lara groaned, her patience already wearing thin. “Fine! I’ll do your laundry too.”

“For two months,” Manon quipped, wiggling her eyebrows with a cheeky grin.

“Don’t push it,” Lara shot back, her voice laced with annoyance as she crossed her arms.

Manon chuckled, clearly enjoying her rare position of power. “Deal,” she said with a triumphant smirk. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you. What I’m about to tell you might change everything.”

Manon leaned back, crossing her arms with a smirk that screamed satisfaction. “All right, I’ll give you a hint, but don’t expect me to spell it out for you.” She paused for dramatic effect, watching as Lara leaned in closer, eager for the answer. “You don’t have to look too far, Raj. The answer’s been right in front of you—literally.”

Lara blinked, her brows knitting together in confusion. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Manon shrugged nonchalantly. “Exactly what I said. You’re smarter than this. Think about it, who’s been around, leaving clues for you to find?”

Lara’s mind raced, replaying her recent encounters. Dani had been acting strange, sure, but she was certain Dani wasn’t the one behind the sculptures. Then there were the sculptures themselves, especially the way they felt oddly familiar, as if the artist knew her better than anyone else.

“You’re telling me it’s... someone close to me?” Lara asked cautiously, her voice quieter now.

Manon’s smirk softened into something more genuine, almost sympathetic. “Closer than you think,” she said cryptically. “But don’t take too long figuring it out, Raj. Some things are worth the risk.”

That night, Lara thought was running wild. Manon’s words lingered in the air, their weight settling on Lara’s chest. Closer than you think. What did that even mean? Her mind raced, running through the possibilities, but it always came back to one person, Y/N. The girl who’d been elusive yet everywhere, the one who made Lara feel things she didn’t quite understand. The sculptures, the unspoken words… Was that what Manon was hinting at? Was it possible that Y/N had been there all along, right in front of her?

Lara exhaled, pushing the thought to the back of her mind for now. If she was going to get to the bottom of this, she needed to do it face to face. She needed to see Y/N for herself.

Meanwhile, Y/N was carving one of her latest pieces, enjoying the calmness of her art studio, completely unaware of what was about to unfold. The soothing, acoustic version of “My Way” played softly in the background, the only sound filling the space, until it was abruptly interrupted by the sound of someone stepping inside.

Y/N turned around, and believe it or not, standing there in the doorway was none other than Lara Raj, in the flesh.

Y/N froze. Don’t get her wrong, sure Dani was a superstar, but Dani was also the same girl she’d shared embarrassing moments with, like the time they both ended up puking after their first drink. Lara, however, was different. How? Well, for starters, Y/N was madly, hopelessly in love with her.

“Yes? What can I help you with?” Y/N said, pushing everything she felt down as best she could, trying to appear confident and unbothered despite Lara’s presence. Unfortunately, the way her eyes darted nervously around the room, avoiding Lara’s gaze, betrayed her effort. And as one of KATSEYE’s most observant members, Lara noticed that almost immediately.

“I’m looking for Y/N,” Lara said, deciding to play along.

She smirked, clearly enjoying the way Y/N was trying so hard to appear calm, despite the obvious nerves that betrayed her. It was almost too easy for Lara to notice the little tells—the way Y/N’s hands trembled slightly as she fumbled with her tools, unable to focus entirely on her task. Lara couldn’t help but smile, amused by how much of an effect she had on the girl. It seemed Dani and Manon had kept her visit a secret after all.

Y/N wished she could lie, tell Lara that “Y/N” wasn’t here, and escape this moment. But then she remembered what Dani had said, and something shifted inside her. Maybe it was time to woman up and face the love of her life—ready to accept whatever response Lara might give. Y/N had meant it when she told Dani that the last gift was her best work, her final sculpture for Lara. But as always fate had a way of turning things around. Who would’ve thought that Lara would walk in the moment Y/N decided it was time to move on?

“I’m Y/N,” Y/N confidently introduced herself, though her voice wavered slightly. She was ready, no matter how fast her heart raced.

“I know,” Lara softly muttered, a playful glint in her eyes. “Nice meeting you again, Y/N.” She smiled warmly, her gaze lingering on the flushed girl in front of her, clearly amused by the mix of nervousness and determination in her expression.

“You remember me?” Y/N exclaimed, a hint of disbelief in her voice, as if the two of them hadn’t gone to the same high school. Her cheeks flushed a little, suddenly feeling aware of how much she was overthinking this moment.

“I always remember the pretty ones,” Lara flirted, her smile widening as she took in the sight of Y/N’s nervous energy. There was something about Y/N that had always intrigued her, but she didn’t want to make it too obvious, well at least not yet.

Y/N blinked, trying to process Lara’s words. She had always imagined what this moment would be like, but never in her wildest dreams had she thought it would be so overwhelming. Was Lara serious? Or was this just another joke to her? Y/N’s heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively looked away, not sure if she could handle the playful intensity of Lara’s gaze. She wasn’t sure if she should laugh it off or let herself believe that Lara might actually be interested.

Lara, sensing Y/N’s internal conflict, decided to be straightforward with her. “You were the one behind the sculptures,” she said, her tone calm but tinged with curiosity.

Y/N froze, her heart sinking. She assumed Dani was the one who spilled the secret. Cursing her friend under her breath, Y/N forced out a laugh, trying to hide her embarrassment. “Yeah, I am,” she admitted, her gaze dropping to the marble floor, unwilling to meet Lara’s eyes. She could feel the weight of Lara’s gaze on her, but she couldn’t bring herself to look up, afraid of what she might see there.

Lara looked around the room, taking in the artwork, her eyes lingering on each piece. “They’re amazing,” she said softly, her voice sincere. “I can tell you’ve been putting a lot of time and effort into them.” She paused, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “They’ve got so much heart in them. It’s... it’s really impressive.” 

Y/N blinked, surprised by the genuine praise, her heart skipping a beat. She wasn’t sure how to respond. The compliments were both unexpected and overwhelming, and a part of her wanted to brush them off, to avoid letting herself get carried away by the moment. But another part, the part that had poured so much of herself into each sculpture, wanted to acknowledge the truth.

“They are impressive because they were made based on you,” Y/N said, her voice steady but not without a hint of emotion. “You are impressive, both on and off stage. Thank you for the kind words, and I'm sorry for using Dani to deliver them. I guess I just wanted you to feel appreciated.”

Her heart raced, each beat louder in her chest as if it was the only sound in the room. For the first time, she forced herself to meet Lara’s gaze, feeling the weight of her eyes on her like an electric current. Her body tensed, the words stuck in her throat, and her hands were clammy. She felt exposed, as though every part of her soul was on display. When Lara stood before her, it was as if every emotion she had buried for so long was now laid bare in that moment, raw and vulnerable. The silence stretched painfully between them, and Y/N’s mind raced, only able to focus on the fear that Lara could sense the nervousness trembling beneath her words. She hoped, prayed, that Lara wouldn’t see how much she was shaking inside.

Lara didn’t immediately respond, her expression unreadable as she processed what Y/N had said. For a moment, the air felt thick with anticipation. Then, the corners of Lara’s mouth curved into a soft, thoughtful smile, the kind that reached her eyes. “I appreciate that,” she said quietly, her voice surprisingly gentle. “And I don’t mind Dani delivering gifts on your behalf. You’ve put a lot into these, I can tell. It’s not just about the sculptures, is it?”

This is it, Y/N thought, feeling the words hanging in her chest like a weight. She stared at Lara for what felt like an eternity, her breath shallow as her heart fluttered wildly in her chest. Her hands clenched slightly at her sides, a desperate attempt to ground herself. She caught her breath, her pulse quickening as the moment stretched on. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice trembling but determined. “I’ve always admired you... and I believe the admiration turned into something deeper, maybe love... I’m not too sure.” She could feel the heat of a blush creeping up her neck, but she forced herself to hold Lara’s gaze, desperate for her to understand, yet terrified of the silence that would follow.

“You’re driving me insane,” Lara murmured, her voice low and husky as she closed the distance between them. Without another word, she let her lips meet Y/N’s, her kiss both gentle and urgent, as if it held everything that had been unsaid between them.

THE END