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Saturday and Sunday had gone with me hoping that we still acted the same around each other.





I walked into class clutching onto my bag avoiding your eyes.





I had to look at you eventually.






And when I did, you weren't there.





I looked at our other friends asking them where you were.






I bit my tongue as they shrugged just hoping you were a bit late.





I didn't want to face you but I did at the same time.





And suddenly I felt two hands wrapping around my neck scaring me.





'Hey' you said.





I felt releaved.





We didn't talk about the Christmas disco at all after that.





We pretended it never happened until it was the holidays.






And I had never been wanting school to start again as much as I did back then.





Maybe I shouldn't have.

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