#blueheartsforrosé

the first thing she does once she placed a foot off the plane is stretch her limbs and take a deep breath. air is the same everywhere, and yet, every place has a different kind. some feel like a new beginning, others give you the sensation a big adventure is about to take place. australia, though ─ australia feels like home. 

she put a halt to her steps, her suitcase standing next to her. her eyes looked around the multiple faces strolling through the airport, her teeth biting the fingers placed inside her mouth ──a strange habit, let’s say she’d rather not damage her nails──. she took a couple of steps every few seconds, standing on her tiptoes and stretching her petite frame as much as she could, but ─ oh. oh my god, there they are (her mother, her father, her sister, even her dog). she ran towards them, firstly almost leaving her luggage behind and later nearly tripping in the middle of the aisle. by the time her arms flung around her mother there were tears in her eyes, not getting to slide too far down her cheeks before the fabric of her mother’s top absorbed them. next was her father, and then, her older sister, whom chaeyoung jumped on with a loud squeal, long legs wrapping around her waist and arms embracing her tight, close. she had missed them so much, and now they were there ─ she was there. the way home was spent catching up, singing to songs in the radio, making plans for the holidays (”we’re going to visit this family friend, i bet you’ll have fun” “do they have pets?” “yes” “oh, my god”), and not letting go of her puppy, fingers pressing its ears lovingly, thumbs massaging its face and hands hugging it close, light kisses left on its head.

her room was the same as the last time she stayed there, though it smelt faintly like a flower scented air freshener, a sign her mother had cleaned her room not so long ago. not wasting a single second, she dropped her suitcase and jumped on the bed, a loud whimper leaving her lips at the feel of her mattress. she had missed little things such as sleeping on her bed, the air freshener her mother uses, hearing the faint sound of her father’s grunts and whines when his team loses, spending the nights talking with her sister ─ the mundane and simple things you’re so used to you only realize how significant they are once you don’t have them by your side anymore.