❝some memories never
leave your bones. Like
salt in sea; they become
a part of you❞
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
17. the age where you make
colorful memories with
people you cherish, have
clashes with those people,
misunderstand them.
Nevertheless they're...
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╔══════════════╗ October 5, 2015 ╚══════════════╝
I sat on the bench, completely frozen. My mind was in haze of what happened a while ago. I was crying, tears streaming down my eyes uncontrollably. The onlookers gazed at me as they passed by. Not that I was in right state to care bout it.
A buzz in my pocket which I had been trying to ignore for quite a while now caught my attention. I shakily pulled out the phone from my pocket, glancing at the screen. I looked like mess. My cheeks smudged with tears, my eyes all swollen.
I turned on the phone.
Minho
20 missed calls >
102 messages >
I clicked on the message icon, opening the enormous amount of messages I received. I glanced at the texts with my blurry vision.
Minho
Aera? 6:00 pm
Shim Aera! I'm texting you since forever. When am I getting a reply?! 6:05 pm
I'm coming over. You better be there. 6:10 pm
Aera. Bitch, open the door. 6:30 pm
Open the door, kid. I'm standing outside. 6:40 pm
Atleast pick the call. Are you somewhere out? 6:50 pm
I just asked Jiran, she said you were meeting him. Are you with him right now? 7:00 pm
Neither him nor you are picking up the calls. I knocked on his door, he isn't opening up either. 7:05 pm
Aera what the hell are you both doing? You are just 18. I'm not taking care of any shit you end up with after 9 months. 7:08 pm
Aera, Hwiyoung said he's with him. Is something wrong? 7:15 pm
Please pick up the call and let me know if you're ok. 8:00 pm
Aera, please say you're ok. Where are you? 8:15 pm
Aera, pick the call. Where the hell are you?! 8:30 pm
Aera. Please. 8:45 pm
Tear droplets fell down on the illuminated screen as I whimpered. My phone buzzed in my hand again.
Incoming call
Minho >>>
Biting my lip, I picked up the call, pressing it to my ear.
"Thank god, you picked up! Where the hell are you, you crazy bitch! I'm trying to reach you-" Minho yelled through the other line.
"M-Minho..." I spoke, my voice breaking.
"Aera. Are you crying?" He asked, panicking as I whimpered.
"Where are you?" He asked, as I could hear the rumbling sound around him.
"S-street garden." I cried.
"I'm coming there. Don't go anywhere." He spoke, ending the call.
I shivered, remembering the incident. How could he be so heartless? How could he be so cruel? After all those sweet words and promises, he decided to hurt me like this.
"Aera!"
I looked up and saw Minho running towards me, his brown hair bouncing as he did so.
"What's wrong?" He asked as I pressed my lips together.
"What's the matter, Aera?" He asked, squatting down in front of me.
"Don't cry over such a pretty dress." He spoke, wiping my tears with his thumb.
"It's because of him, isn't it?" Minho enquired, his brown eyes boring into mine.
I nodded my head.
"Chan broke up with me."
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A/N
Hope you like it.
Warnings
Open criticism is accepted. Just don't chicken out when I reply back with same intensity.
Characters will and will make stupid choices cuz without that the story won't move forward.
Brace yourself. The bitch is gonna cry a lot in few chapters at beginning.
If you don't like the book, leave it.
It's a cliche. I'm doing this ff shit to improve my writing and for sake of my attraction towards Straykids, they will be included.
Chapter will be posted each Monday and "📷" will be posted on Tuesday. (Sorry if I don't follow the routine, I'm quite a messy writer)
Don't blame me if you guys catch second lead syndrome.
Ending hasn't been decided yet. *inserts Yang Yang's voice* Anything can happen.
Don't copy anything, I'm good at reporting.
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