His Blind Eyes In Love

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Hyunjaeh's pov

i got to convince them to attend school this time. i have to because they might fail. and also now, i kinda want to be alone, i wanted to have time for myself. just today.

i walk to the park with my hoodie on and pair of flip flops. i sat on a swing with my head leaning on the metal bar it has while looking at the sky infront of me.

i can't believe I'm now dying and there are still many things I can't experience in life. like the feeling of being loved. even just one day, i wanted to feel what it is to be love by Juyeon. before i die. i want to feel it.

if i say loved by Juyeon. i wanted those days with him to be back. him walking up in my room, my head resting on his chest. i miss those days. i just want to feel love. the love that isn't fake, the love that isn't one-sided.

i wanted to feel it before i die.

"you shouldn't be here, what if you faint?"

i shook my head when i heard voices calling me in the back. oh i thought he was really calling me.

"I'm going crazy!" i panicked and slap my cheeks one more time to see if it was just all an imagination.

"it was.." i look down feeling disappointed.

"i can't believe this! look!" a guy shouted loudly from afar. it was a familiar one.

the world had been cruel to me these days, please just give me a break. I can't imagine seeing someone else beside him, the someone that isn't me.

i slapped my face again, really regretting why did went out of the house just to hear this stupid voices in my head. it's super distracting.

"this rose reminds me of someone..." i heard his voice again. i look back to see if i was imagining again but i wasn't.

it was Juyeon.... with someone, someone who isn't me.

he had my favourite flower on his hands. giving it to her.

"ofcourse, it's my favourite flower, Juyeon!"

it's my favourite flower..

well this hurts like hell. i can feel my stomach being punched when i saw those smiles from their faces. they looks so happy. i need to try to let go of him. he's with someone he loves and i can't think of anything to do other than letting go.

I'm just a friend, ofcourse. i was always just a a friend, since the beginning.

i saw him putting the rose at her ear. that use to be me. the person infront of him. i can't believe I'll be crying just because of this. just because of this stupid thing called love.

"atleast he's happy, she's happy.. but am i?"