She takes on a secret identity to start a new life, but no matter how hard she tries.. she can't escape who she really is and the path that was chosen for her.
Along the way she meets a couple of people, some show her that she doesn't need to run f...
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Twenty Two
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Ava
When Jungkook left to 'give me some space', it hurt just as much as the space I always received while growing up.
I can't even remember how many times I've felt lonely thanks to my parents always caring more for Hobi than they ever did for me. I know they love me, I know they care for me and Hobi always tried to include me as much as possible and show me the same attention that our parents gave him. But it wasn't the same.
I appreciate and love Hobi so incredibly much for always looking out for me. But it doesn't make up for the fact that my parents always seemed to think he was more important than I was.
And with Jungkook leaving...
I was left with the same empty feeling I forced myself to forget about.
When he left, my tears kept streaming down my face. I was a sobbing mess as I realized all those feelings were rushing back to me.
And to be honest, if this is how Jungkook will treat me after every fight or argument or whatever.. then I'm glad that I got to find out so fast. Because I truly don't want a relationship with a guy like that.
I understand that I made a mistake by lying to him, but I simply couldn't introduce myself as Jung Ava with Namjoon and Seokjin around. He said he understood and that he forgave me, but walking out on me to 'give me space'?
No.. he didn't forgive me.
He told me what I wanted to hear and left because he was still angry and upset.
Yes, I also understand that he might need some time to process everything and that it hurt him that I lied to him. But he also could've been honest and say that he needed space to process my lie.
My only lie!
I didn't lie about anything else but my last name. I truly wish he actually forgave me instead of telling me what I wanted to hear and leave me alone to deal with my emotions.
I groan, grab my hair and pull on it. Letting go of my hair, I stand up and look around my living room. My eyes zero in on a random pillow on my couch, in mere seconds I have it in my hold and throw it to the other side of my living room as it currently seems the only thing I could do to relieve some of my anger. The pillow hits a vase off of the tiny table it was standing on and it instantly breaks in multiple small and big pieces once it hits the floor.
