Minji's POV:
Today is my last day in this town, and I'm happy that it's the last. I grew up here with terrible memories, and I'm glad that my mother and I can move far away from here to some place where we'll start anew and forget everything that led to us leaving. Moving from Austin all the way to Dallas was a big decision, but big decisions need to be made to cover up big mistakes.
Even though my mom knew how much I hated my school, she insisted that I go and say goodbye to my so-called friends. Poor her, who's going to tell her that I made up the entire story of me having friends just so she doesn't pity me or force me to interact with other teenagers my age.
So here I was, standing in front of the school, regretting all the decisions I made in this place and not wanting to see her. But that's inevitable; I know that I'll see her. As much as I want to leave her and run away from the mess that is my heart, a part of me still wants to have one last glance at her mesmerizing face.
My mom broke me out of my daze by patting my shoulder and whispering a small "love you," and I could barely hear myself saying it back to her.
I sighed as I walked into the school and mentally prepared myself for the things I'm going to hear.
"Isn't that the loser who asked Wonyoung out last week?"
"Oh yeah, look, it is her."
"I heard that Wonyoung only said yes because she was being kind."
"Didn't they break up?" another voice whispered.
"What made her think that Wonyoung liked girls? That's honestly disgusting," someone who I didn't even know existed said loud enough for me to hear. I think he did it on purpose
"Minji?" a familiar voice said, and I felt my heart ache a bit.
"Minji? Are you okay?" she said, sounding concerned.
"I'm sorry, Wonyoung, for everything, but please, I can't stand to see you anymore," I said as I backed away, not even wanting to look at her. Or maybe I do want to look at her, but I can't let her see the tears that were forming in my eyes.
I ran back home, I ran as fast as I could, and kept reminding myself that crying is for the weak and I am not weak.
My father hated it when I cried, he hated when I showed emotions. I was taught to put on a poker face and bottle up all my emotions since I was a child. I hated him, but couldn't help but live with the rules he had made for me.
Will I ever move on?
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103 || Bbangsaz
Fanfiction. Hanni isn't Minji's to take but Minji won't be following the rules anymore. She won't repeat her mistakes. ⚠might contain mentions of homophobia and abuse in some chapters.
