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Lisa's Pov
Have you ever been in a situation, where you miss someone but you can't do anything but miss them? Stare at their pictures, see them whenever you go, and will be reminded of them with the little things? Because it is one of the most unbearable pain. But on the other side, you don't want them back, for having them back will hurt you more.
They say when a story of two lovers does not end well, then it is not a love story but a story of love. I was 19 when my story of love began. I was this exchanged student right over from Thailand. Korea was a whole new world to me. I barely speak their language, only knowing how to say hello. But luck was on my side because the school's student leader was kind enough to help me through.
I understand why they choose Jennie to lead, she was calm, composed, smart, and deserving to be the face of the school. I often see her with her friends at the student council office, and I was surprised when she asked me if I wanted to help them with the upcoming open school event. Who was I to say no, she was the only friend I had at that time.
"We'll lose our president when you continue looking at her like that." Jisoo beside me smirked. I turned to face her and arched a brow. "Like what?" I retorted, she wickedly smiled and replicated how I look. My eyes widen as I shoved her face. "Fuck off" I lowered my head when I realized how engrossed I'am in staring at her. "Someone has a little crush on the student's president." She teased
Maybe Jisoo's subtle taunts were angels in disguise. Because it was early when I accepted that I do have a crush on Jennie. I hid that feeling for months, it reached the point where Jennie noticed how I acted differently toward her. And that frightens the hell out of me. "Let me do it," she just finished running from the oval, I waited for her and immediately used my newly washed towel to dry her sweats. She was taken aback by my actions, and so do I.
We stared at each for a split second, I gulp when I saw confusion in her eyes. I quickly averted my look to somewhere else and pull back my hand from reaching her. "It's fine, I'll do it." She politely said, I cursed myself quitely at the thought of making things awkward. From that day, gradually I distanced myself from her. But Jennie was something else.
