5: Not here.

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You woke up in your house, alone and alarmed. You looked around, searching for that sun that penetrated your skin, trying to feel that refreshing breeze. You looked around you and at first you didn't understand, you were not seeing that dense forest that hid you from the outside world. You froze for a few seconds, feeling like an idiot. And just at that moment reality hit you.

WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU DOING IN YOUR ROOM?!? You remembered being in the forest just a few minutes ago! You don't understand anything. What are you doing there?

The last thing you remember is hearing those two voices interacting. You remember that voice that sounded like honey in your ears, so sweet and sexy. But above that voice there was another one. The one you only heard for a second. The one that made you feel so many emotions that it made you lose your mind.

The voice... the voice of your father.

That deep and serene voice that sang you songs to put you to sleep on stormy nights. That voice that was with you in your worst moments. That voice that gave you the affection equivalent of two parents when your mother was working all day. That voice.

You didn't believe it. I guess if you woke up in your room it was a dream. It doesn't make any sense that someone discovered you and brought you here. And it makes even less sense that you heard your father's voice.

Nothing makes any sense. You looked at the clock and it was 7 o'clock in the morning. Ahhhhh!!! Normal, it was all a dream. You were so relieved to know that, but inside, you wished those voices were real, so real that you could see them. However, you decided to ignore that thought and start your day.

You went to see if your mother hadn't left yet, but you were a little disappointed to see that she wasn't there. She has been working hard for a week and you hardly see her around the house. You feel lonely, and as much as you like loneliness, this is a different kind. This one hurts.

You went to school and remembered it was literature today. Ohh... Again with that Jeon... You were thinking about him at times, unable to understand why he wouldn't leave your head. What was so special about him? That he wasn't nice like everyone else?

When you entered the classroom it was still early and there was almost no one there, so you were not surprised that Jeon was not in his seat next to you. You felt nervous about his arrival, since you had decided to greet him today. He may ignore you, but you want to be a good deskmate!

You waited and waited, and 15 minutes went by and there were only 5 minutes left until classes started. You were getting nervous, and the worst thing was, you didn't understand why!

And... "RINGGGGGG!" You rang the bell, marking the start of classes. You lowered your head, disappointed seconds before it rang, waiting for the boy you wanted to see to come in. You began to draw little unintelligible pictures in your notebook, trying to take your mind off the disappointment and waiting for the teacher to arrive.

Suddenly you were startled, feeling someone slip into the chair next to you. You looked up, annoyed by the presence of someone you didn't want, but as soon as your eyes met, you froze.

After a week full of worries and nervousness, you met again. You met the most beautiful eyes you had ever seen. With those eyes that took your breath away. Grayish and dull, but at the same time so bright and alive.

"Sorry... Sorry I was late."

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Heyyyy sorry for such a short and shitty chapter, but 0 inspo right now and I'm so tired (╥﹏╥)

Don't forget to vote and comment if you liked it, I love youooooo bye bye (◍-ᴗ-◍)❤(◍-ᴗ-◍)❤

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