He was limitless. He was emotionless, but the fun part was he was a playboy. He played with girls' hearts and crushed them without caring how they would feel. But still, there was a weakness of his, that is, love, which he was afraid to bloom in his...
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Three Months Later
Park Sohee POV
The best decision I had made was to go back to New York. But it didn't feel like the best decision when my father took it too seriously and decided to move our family out of the country.
I couldn't let that happen since I didn't want them to leave the country because of me. And at last, I decided to stay with them and complete high school.
After spending the free period on the rooftop, I walked down the hallway, Jimin following me. I didn't talk to him since that day. He tried to talk to me, but I ignored him as I didn't want to interact with him or his friends. I knew he would be hurt, but it was nothing compared to what happened to me.
I do have a right to get upset, too, right?
I wasn't ignoring only him but also others who claimed as my friends.
Three months passed, and there was not a single day that they didn't approach me, asking for a second chance. I convinced myself not to give in and forgive them. I created a wall around me so they couldn't get close. It was not only because I was hurt but also because they deserved to be ignored.
They should regret as same as Jimin for not believing in me. They should realize that friendship is fragile, like a glass that could break without trust. They should learn to value the real meaning of friendship bonds.
Indeed, I was afraid to give them a chance and get hurt again. I didn't have good memories of having friends but more like dark and bitter memories filled with venom.
Friendship was built up with trust, and they already broke it. There was no way we could go back to what we were before because I had already made up my mind, completely putting a full stop.
I walked into the class, and Jimin halted in the doorway, watching me sitting on my chair. He stared at me for a minute and turned around, leaving for his class.
Almost as unbelievable as the small, shameful part of me wanted to give him and my ex-friends a second chance. It was true that after seeing them together, I thought about getting back with them a few times. I knew they had saved me at the last resort, and I was thankful for it.
But it didn't make me forget that they didn't believe in me and left me when I needed them most. If they didn't believe them and believed in me, whatever happened on those days might not have happened.
