Jiwoon, your best friend, always had a thing for you, and though it was unspoken, You were aware. During a holiday at your beach house, a place your parents used to own, nights were filled with the familiar routine. U’d sneak out for a smoke, chain-smoking in an attempt to ease your restless mind. The ocean breeze mingled with the scent of cigs, a giveaway despite your claims of quitting. U flicked cigarettes out the window. >>”the moon is beautiful tonight, isn’t it?” Jiwoon said.