Later that day, I'm at Eun's apartment, getting ready for tonight. Sitting on her bed, I watch her as she puts on eyeliner, which is something she's always excelled at, unlike me. According to my personal theory, some girls are simply born with that talent, just as some girls are naturally good at flirting. And some girls just suck at both, like me.
Longingly, I sigh. I'll miss random, free moments like these. Feeling young and unbothered even though we both aren't. I'll miss Eun.
Said best friend raises an eyebrow at me. "Why are you sighing so dramatically?"
"I don't want to leave you," I complain in a childish tone, dropping my head onto the pillow and hugging one of her plushies while squeezing my eyes shut. "I don't want to go on tour all alooooone."