Joshua's Point of View
Nighttime seems perfect for studying and cramming. I do not have the extra energy to study on my own at school—it's deafening, and my brain might explode if I did another late-night study at school.
The hourglass, which helps me track the time for the notes I have to review, is set in front of me, sands falling down like rain drops in a cloudy, stormy grey sky.
My eyes are already tired from reading and comprehending the Calculus book shoved in my face, all the numbers and letters went numb in my head.
This subject isn't really for everyone.
'Just this formula for now and I'm done—not in life, but in this subject', I told myself, wanting to rest, but its not that I don't have an option, I have to this for the future.
I rubbed my eyes, noticing the drowsiness was kicking me on my face.
My eyes are blurry, and that wasn't from using too much phone—my eyes are just truly weak. I inherited it from my father's side, I think.
I have to buy eyeglasses for my sake. I can't believe in eighteen years of being alive, I studied without concern for my physical self, just the brains to enter an Ivy League university.
But do I have a choice? Rather use eyeglasses than not see Heonae's (grumpily cute) face.
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Broken Glasses Shattered on the Floor • Joshua Hong
Storie brevi| 'You broke what was left whole on me, Living me unwanted in such tragedy Parts by parts, you deform my body, Into pieces and particles no one wants to see' | Glasses broke easily if you put force on them. Just like the heart- hopeless, broken, and...
