From a butterfly to a butterfly, it was somehow hard to believe that two kids could be so love foolish. Falling in love at first sight, maybe love wasn't as dreamy as it seemed. After all, with the crap they've been through, the two ex-lovers will a...
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"WHAT HAVE WE BECOME?"
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MAY 29, 2016 — 2:00 AM
I sat at the campfire, knees to my chest as the previous chairs were nowhere to be found. I came here to escape the fights, the arguments, the stress... but now, it kind of felt like I was there to escape myself. You know, my manners, my words, just... everything about me I could throw out there. I came here to keep quiet, to try to keep myself together. Yeonjun was the one who brought me here—I should at least take care of it while he's gone.
I had my notebook in my hands, rereading all that I knew about what was going on. It was a mess, all the words scrambled on different pages as I tried to get my life together. I sighed, tilting my head as I continued to poke my pen into the page. After hearing the soft crumble of a can, that meant Soobin came here to chill too.
He set the mountain dew on the grass, joining me with a groan. "Here," He mentioned, also taking out some scissors and glue (which he had?) from his back pocket. "I thought you might need these eventually."
"Thanks," I mumbled, sighing. "I... um.. talked to Yeonjun not too long ago."
"It's been over a month, I already know despite never getting to call you—Yeonjun always fills me in," Soobin shrugged, sighing as he sipped his soda. "He cried to me for days about seeing you again, about how you grew from the last time you saw him. He told me all these details about you and told me how he couldn't bear to see you cry. He felt regretful for ghosting you, but now, he's saying that at least he has his feelings together—"
Shuffling, Soobin turned to me. "—But the thing is, do you?"
"Well, I've been trying to gain secondary opinions from everyone, which I'm just now writing into this notebook, but they're completely everywhere," I sniffled, rubbing my nose. Swiping through the pages, red, blue, and pink ink was seen across every page. "I know by now, I should get my life together, and I'm trying my best to slowly lose interest in Beomgyu as you said, but it's hard."
"What's hard for you?" Soobin scooted closer, touching the notebook to read all the advice sprayed across the pages. "If you need help, maybe I can help you find a solution."
