I'm leaving the school building, walking fast, feeling furious. I have my earphones on and I just hope I won't meet anyone I should be nice to because I know I'm not capable of pretending - not now, not after having heard what was spoken an hour ago.
I know it's today that I will sit down and take some time for myself only. I'll spend the whole afternoon watching the anime I've been wanting to watch for a while but couldn't find myself time for. I found it now.
I get to the bus stop, seeing that I still have to wait for a long while.
And so (even though I was planning on doing it at home) I pull out my phone to talk to my mom.
She picks up and I start spilling right away.
"Just how could he say that, mom? How could he? Is he for real?"
She sighs. "You remember my friend who's getting divorced, right?"
"Yes."
"She said that you get to know the people who are the closest to you the best when they become your enemy. Her husband is a perfect example of that."
"Yeah, I know. It's just..." I feel tears in my eyes - I'm not gonna cry, I'm just too upset. "I don't understand. How have I been so blind? And how could he say those words?" I notice people looking at me as I'm pretty loud but I don't care. "I've done nothing wrong?! He must be kidding me right now."
A tiny group of my classmates is just coming towards me but they stop just a very few meters in front of me. We make eye contact and they see what mood I'm in, therefore they turn to each other and start talking.
"Jinnie, just take a breath, okay? I know you're upset but at least you see it's really over."
"I mean... Yes, it is. It's just-"
"It's nothing. You'll come home and we'll talk, okay?"
"Yes, mom."
"I love you."
"Love you too. Bye."
"Bye."
I hang up and put my earphones back to listen to some more music. I'm lucky because the bus is just arriving. I get in the queue.
And I'm so relieved Seungmin isn't anywhere around.
If I gave you one more chance, can we go back again.
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