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 Reste belle chérie.

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I'm trying to find the pros of life. Maybe I'm enlarging a few dust particles and deceiving my eyes in order to trick myself into making my life more efficient and attractive, I don't know.

"Will you come with me?"

But one thing I know is that it was terrible to be brutally kicked out of the house by the person you were trying to do something with. "I'm coming." I shook my head and took off my apron and took my bag and put it through my arms. It was something that was noticed when he was going in the front and I was going in the back, and he looked bad and tired.

But in those moments when you are struggling with yourself and fighting in thoughts, even if someone is burned alive in front of you, you can't care, I was right at that moment.

I hated myself for the situation I was in, just keeping my head down and going after him. After all, no one hates anyone for no reason, and he must have a reason.

Maybe he hated my blond hair, maybe he didn't like my skin, which was brunette according to the color of his skin. My eyes were very small, especially when I thought about the fatness of my cheeks, it was even more crumbly.

My lips were very fleshy, perhaps he liked it more delicate. Or my chubby hands, my legs that are longer than my upper body, the mark on my collarbone, the shrillness of my voice, my presence.

Each of the thousands of combinations turned out to be on one path, the result of which was his eyes that did not look at me every time.

The only thing I wanted was to get into Taehyung's car and not see his indifference towards me, even if it was for one night, but life had set in front of me, like every time.

I grabbed the car door and pulled it to me, and I tried to get in, and Yoongi walked into the little garden. He looked me in the eyes before he even got out of the car, and Taehyung watched what I was going to do without even sounding like he understood.

I didn't want to go. He looked up and got out of the car and said, 'Don't go.' even though he didn't say so, I didn't want to go.

Although my belief that we can continue this is getting less and less, I was thinking that maybe we will get better. I even bought him a coffee. He loves it very much, it was over and he didn't like it even though I bought it.

I looked into his eyes one more time. If there was a gleam in her pearls that would show me a few words of spring, I would turn into a book and lay it on his left side, where he didn't even know it existed.

I'd be set up in it, I'd protect it even from myself. I would turn into his second skin, touch his fingertips. If he had given me hope and looked at me, I would have put him in the top corner of my tale and made a fool of my belief that he would laugh.

But, it didn't.

I put my head down at my feet, got into the car and said, "Drive," quietly. I did not dare to turn to him again. I couldn't stand that he didn't see me, didn't make an effort for it, and refused my permission.

"What has become of you?" Taehyung, in a sad tone, turned the car around from the square and drove in the opposite direction of my house. "It's like there's a dark cloud over you."

"I think that dark cloud is the curse of our coming together." Swallowing deeply, I took my phone in my hand in case it might ring. "Otherwise, even the cloud would have protected us."

"I want to ask how you met, but I don't dare." I smiled a little and nodded my head as if to show that he was doing it right.

We couldn't meet, it was like a shameful sin, and it hurt as much as we didn't have a chance to meet.