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there she was, confidently walking her way down the corridor. the way her long hair fell down past her back, the way her lips curved up into a beautiful smile, the way her eyes sparkled so mesmerisingl...
a week had gone by since i'd found y/n crying in the girls toilets at school. not a single day went by in which i didn't think about what she had told me in those toilets.
"one day, you'll understand why i did what i did. and why i act with you the way i do."
i was determined to figure out what she'd meant. but it was so difficult to do so when she went back to ignoring me, and acting as if i was invisible. it was as if our conversation in the toilets had never happened.
i'd always thought she'd seemed so happy without me. but now when i look closer, i can truly see how it's all just put on with a fake mask, a fake smile, a fake laugh.
i'd overcome extremely worried about her. she seemed like the happiest person alive to everyone else, but i could tell there was something not right beneath the surface. i had a slight feeling that it had something to do with what she was crying about in the toilets the other week.
if i wanted to find out what she truly meant, then i had to do something about it. i didn't care about what it was that i had to do, but i knew that i wasn't going home today without finding out.
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at break time, i decided to wait by an empty classroom until she walked past. as per usual, she would ignore me and act completely oblivious to my presence. my plan was to pull her into the empty classroom in which we could then have some alone time to talk things out.
i knew she wouldn't want to, and i knew i'd have to be a little forceful with her. but, i had to do this. i cant go through my entire life trying to figure it out.
leaning against the wall, i glanced back and forth either side of the corridor praying she was to appear any second now.
~ then, i saw her. there she was, confidently walking her way down the corridor. the way her long hair fell down past her back, the way her lips curved up into a beautiful smile, the way her eyes sparkled so mesmerisingly. ~
she made my heart race so fast whenever i saw her. it was a feeling that i loved and was so used to.
as expected, she continued walking without giving me a single glance. but before she could pass by, i reached an arm out and yanked her towards me. i quickly pulled her into the empty classroom i was stood beside.
i could tell she had freaked out at my sudden actions. she pushed me away from her as soon as i shut the door behind us, a nerved expression upon her face.
"what the hell are you doing!?" she exclaimed.
"i'm sorry if i hurt you," i reached a hand out to gently caress the side of her arm in which i'd pulled on, but she stepped back instantly to avoid it, "but, i had to get you alone."
"why?"
"we need to talk."
"about what?" she gulped nervously, knowing exactly what i was going to ask her.
"i want to know the real reason why you ended things with me. that's all i ask for. then, i'll leave you alone."
she stayed silent.
"please answer me, y/n, i need to know."
it was almost as if she'd turned completely mute.
"please, i'm begging you," my voice cracked, a lump appearing at the back of my throat, "just tell me."
she shook her head.
"why do you hate me...?" i murmured, a silent tear dropping from my eye.
her eyes widened once she noticed.
"don't cry," she whispered, quickly stepping forward to cup her hands either side of my cheeks.
this sudden skinship in which i had been craving for so long, brought a healing warmth to my heart.
"please, don't cry," she repeated, "i don't hate you."
"well then why do you act like it?" another tear slipped.
she softly brushed her thumbs across my face to wipe the tears away.
"niki, i still love you. i never stopped loving you," she spoke softly.
"then tell me why we broke up," i sniffled.
she sighed, slowly releasing her hands away from my face.
"if i tell you..." she began, "you'll only feel worse than what you already do. do you really want that?"
"i need to know."
she nodded, taking a deep breath.
i watched carefully as she reached up towards her hair. gripping ahold of her hairline, she slowly pulled back against her scalp.
my eyes widened, my lips parted, and my heart sank.
she'd been wearing a wig this whole time. she hadn't dyed her hair just recently like i'd thought she had, but she'd started wearing a wig. what was hidden beneath the fake hair was what shattered my heart the most.
her scalp was bare. she had no hair. her long, silky hair which i was used to no longer existed.
"w-what happened?" i mumbled in shock.
clutching ahold of the wig in front of her chest, she covered her face with her other hand to cry into her palm.
"come here," i pulled her tightly into my embrace, allowing her to cry against my chest.
i had no idea what was going on, but whatever it was broke my heart to see her getting so severely upset over.
"what happened, y/n-ie?"
she lifted her head up off my chest, staring up at me with bloodshot eyes.
"i'm sick, niki."
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