Two-faced

- their epilogue -

daeun pov
Three years later.

As I go through my closet cleaning things out, I pick up a familiar crumpled paper. His song lyrics.

Oh how I hated you then. I don't think I've ever felt so much hate for one person. Or so much love.

It's been three years since then and my life has been going on slow and steady. Too steady.

I sigh and shake off the nostalgic feeling before heading to the city library. I have a part time job there and I pull the lanyard over my head to scan into the print room, where the machines are broken.

I sit for a good half an hour trying to fix it before I result to banging my palm against the side, groaning in frustration.

"Need help?" A voice says behind me. My neck tingles at the familiar voice as I turn around.

"Sunwoo?" I say in disbelief. He looks good, better even, than he did in high school. He's back to his black wavy hair.

I can't help but stare at the boy with large curious eyes and heart shaped lips. He looks older definitely, more mature too. For some reason my hate for him melts away with one look at his worn out eyes.

We sit down at a table in the library and he hands me a coffee.

"Are you meeting someone?" I ask.

"Yeah. Chanhee, actually. We were going to catch up," Sunwoo answers, staring at me with wonder.  We talk to each other and understand each other, but there's a definite lack of focus at our amazement that we're both here together.

"I've changed, Daeun." Sunwoo says suddenly.

"Have you?" I ask.

"Mhm, a lot actually." Sunwoo says. "Except one thing."

"what's that?"

"My love for you."