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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"YOU BECAME A SWEET MEMORY."
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AUGUST 26, 2016 — 8:01 AM
Right. I faced the school again, almost shivering at the senior year that was going to bite me in the ass. I took time to evaluate myself this summer, away from all five of my friends—which include the sweet yet half-assed Yena—to take everyone's messy advice and be a better person. I listened to Yena's the most, my summer mainly being taken away in my room, at the mirror—all to gain confidence and tell myself I'm better than who I thought I was.
My new take on things was Soobin's advice—considering that he told me not to blame myself and victimize myself for things that aren't my fault. He told me it doesn't take long to be a better person, all it takes is the dedication to be one.
It felt like every year, I had a new persona.
Freshman year, I was the puppy of almost every popular senior—Hanna and Yeonjun—and I was a bubbly little girl who thought she knew better.
Sophomore year, I was the worst person ever—a bitch who had the audacity to tell someone to kill themselves even when she was the one at fault. She was a girl who had no idea what karma would bring her, yet she still broke and hit people to the ground.
Junior year was quite a letdown, to be honest—I was a crying mess in front of every person I know. A weakling who couldn't leave the misunderstandings and overthinking inside her head, thinking she was the weakest version of the mature Yihwa she believed she was. In fact, she was hopeless, weak. Trying to kill herself was the worst decision, and I hope she never does it again.
Then, there was her. The Yang Yihwa today, who stared at her high school with an unamused look and no hope for the future. She didn't like the past, nor the future. She hoped that the present wouldn't hurt her, but there was a good chance it will. She still had no idea what would happen, not after her previous years of high school were a complete letdown. I hoped that maybe... this time would be better, I'd feel mature—
But I knew that maturity was a challenge. I'll never achieve it immediately.
"What are you staring at?" I didn't flinch from Taehyun's voice, my head slowly turning to him. My eyes held him captive for a second, but the boy immediately switched his gaze. "Gosh, Yihwa—why the hell are you so scary now? Don't look at me like that."
