𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 /GXG/

🔸️Bullying issues

The second semester begins.
When I enter the dorm, it feels like a piece of my heart is missing. My
I remember when I arrived and Ji-hye took me by the hand and we sat on the bed and told her about the weekend.

Is it like looking at her bed and not crying?

Now that I'm getting closer to the place where we spend so much time together, reality hits me like a punch in the gut. My throat is completely dry, and the drops that come out of my eyes run like rivers of lava down my face.

I look for the back door with an unrealistic hope of finding it. Nobody's going to get out of there. There's nothing left of her here. Ji-hye is gone.

🔸️🔸️🔸️

After showering and putting on my uniform, I go to class.

From the hallway to the philosophy room, it says:

🄲🄷🄰🄴 🄸🅂 🄶🄰🅈

A chill invades the entire body, making the body shiver.

I remove papers from both sides of the wall. It was made with letters cut out of magazines. I count them one by one, and there are seven in total.

I hide them in my blazer pocket.

In the glass of the window that overlooks the classroom, something gets worse.

CHAE WON IS DIRTY!

Written in red lipstick.

Oh, the doorbell rings. My heart races, and my laptop nearly falls to the floor.

I get my hands dirty quickly, rubbing the glass and staining it before anyone sees.

I'm afraid of the teacher and more students coming in. I go to my seat: near the window, second chair. Still shaking, I breathe.

Someone found out and then found out about me.

Yan appears. Then comes Sana. They sit side by side on the chairs in the back. Both with an impeccable look. Although the uniform is the same, they look different.

After a while, Chae won appears. Her uniform is also wrinkle-free. The wet hair, with marks from the comb teeth, thrown back. She sits in the next row and gives me a smile that seems forced.

My chest is invaded by a bad feeling. Like when you walk into class and the teacher gives you a surprise test, and you didn't study for anything.

I'm not going to tell her what I found in the hallway. I'm afraid this will happen again. It must be someone from here in the room. Who will be? Who wrote this?

I look back.

Sana checks her smile using her phone's front camera. Yan crosses her fingers on the table and watches the movement of the girls who laugh at her cases.

Sana and Yan seem calm, with a clear conscience.

That bowling night, after that call, Sana and Yan took a while to show up, and when they did, it was only a few minutes before dawn. So Ji-hye boarded that white car to her death, at about that moment. It wasn't Yan and Sana because they were with us.