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After that day, we went back to ignoring each other.

I couldn't help but be furious of the fact that Nayeon chose Chaeyoung over me. But I realize everytime that it's not like I can blame her, anyway.

I chose Mina over her.

After our last conversation, I also started noticing how closer Nayeon got with Chaeyoung. Maybe even closer than they first did in middle school.

It made the drumming inside my chest turn not-so-comfortable.

It was rather awful.

She did everything with Chaeyoung now, like I did everything with Mina.

Sometimes, when we pass by them at the hallways, we couldn't help but exchange glances.

Nayeon and I always end up staring at each other way too long, while I notice the way Chaeyoung's gaze linger at Mina, despite Mina not even sparing her a glance.

One more week, and the recital is tomorrow.

I'm currently doing last-minute rehearsals with Mina. We were performing as a pair.

However, I was struggling to focus.

Maybe that's what drove Mina crazy.

"Momo, come on. You've been way out of sorts since this morning." She reached up, messed with her hair. She sounded tired. "What is going on?"

I knew I was being a complete asshole when I dodged her attempt of reaching for my arm.

She looked hurt.

"Nothing, just–" I heaved a sigh, shutting my eyes and messing my own hair. "It's nothing. Let's call it a night. I'm tired."

But when I attempted to walk past her, Mina grabbed my arm.

"Momo," she pleaded, tone frustrated, tears welling up. "You need to talk to me."

I sighed in exhaustion.

"Please." This time, I pleaded. "I just wanna go home, Mina."

I just wanna go home.

And then, it was a mess of Nayeon inside my head.

Guilt pushed itself even further into my senses when a stray tear rolled down Mina's cheek.

Like she understood what I meant.

Like she'd expected it way before, and was only waiting for me to finally say it to her face.

I just wanna go home.

A few seconds after, Mina sniffled, nodding her head. She wiped her tears away before letting out breathlessly, defeatedly,

"Okay."

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