thirty five

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How hard could it be to spot a lanky red haired boy in a train station?

Impossible, it seemed.

Hana stood at the train station platform that day, her eyes blinking almost one hundred miles per hour.

Sunwoo never showed up that day.

She had texted him every day since then, but she never got a response. She found it difficult to be even remotely angry - she was just heartbroken.

And so, as every heart broken girl should, she stayed confined to her room.

Her summer holidays were designed with the prospect of spending her summer break with Kim Sunwoo, but he quickly tore that image apart.

"You'll get a headache if you stay plastered to that phone," Hana's mother sighed at her daughter.

The only thing she didn't complain about was that her daughter finally took the time to sit across the table from her and have dinner. "I already have a headache."

Her headache lasted for weeks, her eyes glued to the same blank screen.

One day, she even considered asking her mother what the Kim's' address was, but the longer she received no reply - she decided against it.

"I miss you," she typed, her eyes welling at the simple text. "But maybe I should let that feeling go."

Taeyang stared at her best friend who sat slumped upon the concrete. "Let's just go somewhere."

"Like where?" Hana replied lazily, looking around the empty street.

"I have some friends who live in another city," those words made Hana gasp, shaking her head immediately. "They're having a party, let's go?"

"And how do you plan on getting there?" The girl was baffled.

"I'll drive," Taeyang shrugged, standing up as she offered the girl her hand.

Hana took it, standing up as she trailed behind the girl who was already walking with a purpose. She was still dumbfounded.

"You're telling me you can drive," she started. "And we've spent all our time together with our asses on cold concrete?"

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