Paper Hearts | Begin

36

Sana

"Please Sana, you at least need to eat... You have not eaten anything nor get out of your room ever since we arrived here. If you need to talk to someone, I am here... Your best friend is always here for you." I heard Momo talking from the outside.

But I just stayed silent under my covers, I just don't want to talk to anyone. "I am just here okay. I will leave food and water in the kitchen, please make sure to eat. I need to go out and pick something up." she added before I heard footsteps turning away.

The other members are still on vacation so its just me and Momo who is in the dorm right now. I think that I had squeezed all my tears from crying already. I told myself to stop crying but I ended up crying nonstop instead.

I sighed deeply and turned to the side when I heard a knock from the outside. I thought that it might be Momoring again, because it can't be my room mates. My room mates will just barge in the room if it was them.

I ignored it but the knocking continued. "Momo let's just talk a little later please, I am not yet ready to talk about anything just yet." I responded with a hoarse voice since my throat hurts from crying and my lips are still cracked and dried.

"But we really need to talk..." I heard a manly voice from the outside that made me stood up from my bed. At the same time he oped the door and went in. "What are you doing in here? You should get out!" I told him while pointing at the door.

"Even if you push me away, I won't be moved. I came here because I heard from a little parrot that you were crying because of me. And I have been toying with your feelings, when I don't even knew about this because you shut me out of it." he started.

That part was partly my fault, I know... I was afraid to hear his explanation and I was a coward who turned back away without giving a fight. But you can't blame me, a cheerful person like me will really find it hard to deal with emotional stuffs that leads to break down sometimes.

"If it was because of your birthday, I'm sorry if I did not meet you that night. My ex girlfriend told me to meet her and get back together and I did come to meet her but I did not get back together with her. I have my girlfriend whom I love, why would I look for my past when I have my present and future...

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Also about me toying you... Who would tell you such thing? I would never do that, I would never play with your feelings. I'm sorry for not trying to talk to you soon but I thought that you needed some space for a while."

After he said those words he approached my direction and hug me tightly. I felt that my tears started to stream down my face and he immediately coaxed me while I bury my head on his chest and warm embrace.

"I'm sorry too for purposely ignoring your calls, I did not mean it but I was just disappointed that you did not show up. And maybe I was afraid to hear your side and I was blinded by that excuse. I am really sorry..." I responded while still sobbing as I hug him back.

"About your birthday, I did not mean to stood you up. This may sound lame but Jimin hyung accidentally deleted your message and my phone died while he was playing with it. It was the reason why I had no knowledge that you are back in the country already.

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If I know, I would have turn to you immediately that night. And one more thing, you should apologize to me for throwing my gift to the side..." he joked that made me look up and look at him while staring at the corner of the room.

"You gave me that gift?" I asked him as he chuckled before finally nodding his head. I got up from the bed and immediately went to pick the gift up. Then, I went back to seat on my bed beside him to open it.

I carefully unwrapped the packaging and opened up the upper lid only to find out a rectangular box and seems like a sketch pad. I picked up the sketch pad and scanned it first before the rectangular box.

I was shocked to see my face in every single page of the sketch pad. "You drew all of this?" I asked him curiously while flipping the pages. "Yes, I filled this sketch pad with drawings of you. This was the very first sketch pad my mom gave me so this has sentimental value on me."

He responded that made me even more stunned. "But why did you draw my face in every page of this sketch pad if this was your mom's first gift?" I asked him. "Because I love you, and mom told me to fill this up with drawings of what I love..."

He picked up the rectangular box and opened it. It revealed a beautiful calligraphy pen engraved with my name. "I don't know why people give pens as gift from before. But each time I think of you, I thought that a personalized calligraphy pen would suit you."

He said as he handed me a purple colored calligraphy pen adorned with small gems that engraves my name, Sana. It was really beautiful and was put an effort to. I feel guilty for throwing it off to the side without knowing if there was a fragile thing inside the box.

"Thank you, and I am so sorry for ignoring you and for throwing your gift unintentionally. I was just mad, someone told me that you were playing all along with me and I was hurt. She came personally to tell me those words and showed me a picture of you together." I answered honestly.

"Who? Wait I think I might just know who met you." he said as he quickly scrolled on his phone after a while he showed it to me. It was recently on the instagram app and displaying a profile of a familiar girl.

"Is this the one who meet you and showed you a picture of the two of us together?" he asked as I nodded my head. Looking closely on the picture, I noticed that the girl was rather familiar and I might have meet her somewhere. But where? Think Sana, think!

"Oh that's it, she was on the concert where I attended last September. She was on the same VIP box with me, in fact she was beside me and we also talked that time..." I mumbled when I suddenly remembered because of a certain post she had.

It was on the concert, the point of view was exactly where we are standing at that time. Plus she made a mistake in taking a picture with my side profile slightly being shown to the frame but not enough for me to be recognized.