It was as if her whole existence was that of a butterfly - beautiful, carefree, joyful. Then it all fell apart and that beauty, carefree nature, and joy dissipated into the never ending abyss.
Cue the betrayal of a moth.
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"It's hard to be with s...
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Chisoo sat in the window seat of her school's library, watching the rain fall into the parking lot. She looked at all of the cars parked closely to each other, and she involuntarily got chills, lost any appetite she had. She fumbled with the key around her neck, a habit she had developed.
She couldn't take this much longer.
She put her head in her hands and sighed. She was giving up.
"I always thought the rain was pretty."
Chisoo looked up at Hayoon, who was watching the rain fall as well. "I bet you would."
She got up and shoulder checked him on her way to the exit, leaving him in silence. Sangyeon and Haknyeon, who had been watching, looked at each other after the encounter took place.
"They definitely have some sort of history," Sangyeon whispered, but Haknyeon already knew that much. Anyone could tell just by the way they interacted. "I wonder what happened."
Haknyeon nodded in agreement. Sangyeon's curiosity was starting to rub off on him.
"Do you have a crush on her or something?"
"What?" Sangyeon flinched back with a scoff. "I'm just very curious."
Haknyeon hummed as they finally left the library. Sangyeon didn't have a crush on her, yet. But he would become so indulged in her that his curiosity would become more than a crush.
Chisoo laid in her bed and listened to Haknyeon and his friends laugh downstairs. She smiled to herself, remembering what friendship felt like. She pushed everyone away on purpose after the accident.
She was friendly and kind, she had plenty of friends, she had a boyfriend who she thought loved her - and then chaos happened. She was no longer friendly and kind, all of her friends avoided her like she was their biggest fear, and her boyfriend was no longer so loving.
But she didn't care. She didn't care about anything at all anymore.
She was suddenly hot, despite it being cold in her bedroom. She slung her hoodie off and put on a fitted black, v-neck tank top. The material was cool on her skin and it revealed the simple tattoo on the back of her bicep, the one she dedicated to her family.
She looked at the scar on her neck and felt sick to her stomach. She hated being reminded of what happened, but it was all she thought about, twenty-four hours of every single day.
