#kwanrj

text not meant for @kwanrj !!

RJ: The film is coming along nicely! Post-production is so tedious, but it’ll be so worth it since you were SUCH a great leading lady. ;)

Sleeping with your director, now that just makes it seem like you’re trying to sleep your way to the top of show business... Marrying @kwanrj would make me seem much more legitimate.

We already were the cutest at the Valentine’s ball! Thanks again for saving me from being stood up, @kwanrj.

Oh my gosh, thank you kindly! @kwanrj could be cute with anyone, and while I personally don’t disagree that I count as anyone, I’m pretty sure there are plenty of people back home who would disagree. 

As the minutes ticked by, Song wasn’t phased. Maybe he was running a little late because he’d been trying so hard to look nice and impress her. Maybe he’d bumped into someone on the way here and gotten caught in a conversation and lost track of time while he gushed about how excited he was to meet his mystery woman. Or maybe he’d even had an embarrassing bathroom emergency -- those happened sometimes, she wouldn’t judge! She was just glad to have someone to be spending her night with, and she’d welcome him giddily no matter how long it took him to get there.

Only... people were starting to clear out of the garden as more and more people found their matches and excitedly headed into the ball. Soon, Song felt like she was the only person left, and a couple of pitying looks had even been cast her way. One person had even asked if she’d wanted to come inside with her and her date, although Song had politely declined, saying there was no way she’d want to ruin anyone else’s night. The only night being ruined, as far as she was concerned, should be hers... because it was pretty obvious now that no one was coming, and she was having the hardest of times processing the information.

She wouldn’t cry, though. Song was used to not being asked on dates or coming to these kinds of events just with her girl friends, or tagging along with the cheerleaders and pretending to fit in. This was nothing new, was it? So what if Valentine’s Day and her birthday were her favorite day of the year? She wouldn’t let this taint them, Song would just... stay here and wallow a little bit. Find something to smile about, and then go inside and try to have fun before she went home. Still, she sighed heavily and ducked her head, picking a flower to pull at the petals on. “He’s coming, he’s coming not, he’s coming, he’s coming not...” 

She let the petals fall to the ground until there were none left, ending on the outcome she’d already figured out for herself: that her date wasn’t coming. And as a superstitious person, Song let the last bit of hope she had of having a boy come and sweep her off her feet fall away. Instead, the girl stared down at her hands, twisting her ring as she sang sadly to herself under her breath, “Happy birthday to you, you’re alone, what’s new? Happy birthday dear Song, happy birthday that’s blue,” not even noticing that she wasn’t the only person in the garden anymore to hear her self-pitying.