Lim (Y/N) only wants three things in her life - befriend a cat, become a fashion designer, and to get noticed by her long time crush - Lee Minho. One day, she finally decided to go and tell her crush that about the long-kept feelings. Unfortunately...
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Chapter 20 Acceptance
"Congratulations, sweetie!" My Mom ran towards me as I enter our house.
"Mom? You know already?" I asked her. She nodded her head and hugged me tight. I squealed in excitement and happiness.
The house was designed with rose gold colored congratulatory banner. She also cooked some delicious food and my favorite cake was at the center of the table. I immediately took out my phone to facetime my friends.
"Oh my gosh! Finally, after weeks of not giving a sign to us that you're still alive!" Meiya dramatically said when she accepted the call.
"She's alive!" Fawn added.
I waved at them through the screen and laughed. "I'm finally a fashion designer now!" I announced, making them cheers for me.
"Congratulations, bestie!" Fawn said. "Make me a dress!" Meiya exclaimed.
We talked about things and catch up with the important events of each other. I keep on giggling and laughing with them while eating a slice of cake. After the call, I received a message from Sean — one of my friends here in US.
Sean We're on our way. Reena joined me.
You Great! My Mom cooked.
I put my phone on the table and informed my Mom about my friends coming over. I stood in front of the mirror and checked my appearance.
My face became even more mature after five years. My once long wavy hair before is now medium length. My Mom suggested that we should straighten it but I refused. I only agreed on cutting it mid-length and not straighten it because I love my mermaid curls so much.
I gained a bit of weight, making my waist look slim but my thighs appear thick. Because of Reena, I happen to work on my bum. She loves working out and always drags me with her. Thanks to her I got in shape.
I came out of my room, wearing a red dress. I dust off the hem of it and while doing so, I paused when I remember him. I gulped when the memories from five years ago played inside my mind.
When we got in the US, we prioritized my treatment first. I didn't enroll to college here at the first year of living in this country. Luckily, it wasn't complicated and we happen to find a heart donor from a generous sponsor. The scar from the surgery is still here. From then on, I stopped wearing clothes and dresses that shows a bit of my chest. It became my biggest insecurity. The scar is clearly visible and I don't want anyone seeing that ugly scar.
The first nights of living here were full of nightmares. Memories haunted me down. Conscience too. Almost every night I wake up only to catch my heavy breath. My hands are trembling whenever I think of him. The memory I left him was the fact that I was the one who shot him. I didn't mean it but that doesn't change the fact that I truly pulled the trigger. He got hurt because of me. I can't believe I did that kind of thing.
