“I know you can’t,” she replied softly, her eyes meeting his as she spoke. This was a side of Dasom that was rarely seen by others, but this was Youngsaeng for god’s sake. “I was just saying that if you ever need a drinking buddy, I’m just an apparition away,” she joked, shrugging. The moment they had for themselves was over, and there was nothing else to be done. He was a friend, more than a friend from the past, but that was all in the past. They both had things to be done now.
“Don’t we all,” she murmured, more to herself than to the Slytherin, her thoughts going to her friend who was a year behind that she would be leaving behind, and she could feel her heart squeeze. Showing a brave face was easy for her though, and Dasom shrugged. “The offer stands.” Pasting a smile onto her face, she nodded, raising a hand with index and middle finger out, she saluted him, an inside joke of theirs from way back. “Nice seeing you, Saengie.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” he replied softly as she explained her intentions behind her words. It wasn’t as if he’d seriously thought that she was asking him to follow her or that he was considering it for that matter. It was more that as he met her gaze, he couldn’t refrain from being reminded of everything he used to be. Everything that had been stripped from his being, taken away and replace with values that weren’t his own. Even if he tried to convince himself otherwise, he could never look at her and not think of all he’d lost.
As she raised her hand in a long overdue salute, a smile danced on his lips. It wasn’t a fake smile like the one’s he’d worn for so long. This one was real- genuine. “Next time we meet I’ll have found myself again,” he promised quietly. He had no idea if they would ever have a moment like this again, a third chance to stand in front of each other and reminisce while silently searching for some sign of growth within each other. “Until then,” He lifted his own hand, fingers settling above his eyebrows, “live well Dasom.”