"Waaaaah!"
My eyes are swollen! I can't go to the university looking like this!
Everyone talks to me and I'm sure everyone will notice this!
"Damn it, damn it!" I immediately get a towel from my dresser and grabbed iced cubes.
I placed it on my eyes.
No one should know that I cried yesterday!
And I remember that guy who saw me crying. I should talk to him.
But I did not even got his name! And he knows me!
How will I even talk to him?
This is just miserable.
"Ayumi! I'm leaving!" I heard my mom.
"Yeah mom! Take care!" I shouted back.
I checked the time and it's 10AM.
Good thing I only have afternoon classes today.
God, I was up all night crying.
My head hurts, my eyes hurts. Everything is just pain.
This is not the first time I broke up with someone. It's like my fifth time.
I'm not some playgirl okay?!
It's just... I get easily swayed by them.
I admit I'm soft and I get hurt easily!
I keep telling myself that I should not involve myself in a relationship first but then someone will approach me and then I will end up being too fragile around them!
It's not a good trait I know!
I removed the ice cubes to check my eyes. It's still swollen.
I'll just continue doing this and if it's still swollen, I have to wear sunglasses.
This is the worst!
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"Ayumi, what's with the sunglasses?" I met up with Fumiko first at the restaurant near the university.
"I cried" I answered plainly.
"Why?!"
"Kenji broke up with me"
"That son of a b!tch!" she grabbed her phone.
"You know what's worse? He did it through chat"
"That fvck!"
"Do everything you want I don't care"
I'm so tired. I feel like doing nothing.
"Yeah! I would tell everyone how he stinks!"
Fumiko was aggressively typing on her phone.
I ordered pasta but I still haven't eaten a single strand of it.
It's my favorite cajun pasta, I should be not wasting it!
"By the way Fumiko, do you know someone who's like 5'11 with a mullet hair and he looks kind of— average..."
Fumiko stared at me. "What? You already found someone?"
"No, stupid. He saw me crying yesterday and he said he knows me"
"Every boy in the university knows you. And There are a lot of 5'11 guys that I know"
"Ugh, fine. I'll just find him, he can't tell anyone about me crying."
I ended up eating my pasta due to stress.
That's right. I should eat.
"Hey slow down Yumi, you might choke"
"I know! I'm stress eating!"
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We arrived at our classroom 30 minutes before our class officially starts.
"Hey girlie what's with the glasses?" Jin, one of my friends asked me.
"Hey Jin, do you know a man who's like 5'11 has a mullet hair, wearing a blue shirt and black cargo pants yesterday?" I asked him, ignoring his question.
"Hey, I thought you're with Kenji—"
"They broke up" Fumiko interrupted.
"W-what?!"
"So, you know someone who's 5'11 wearing blue—"
"Hey. Let me digest first the situation" Jin said while he stared at me.
"It's not like we were together for a year or something" I said. But it still hurts, I just don't want to say it.
"Should I kick his balls for you?" He asked.
"Whatever you want" I answered.
"So, my question?"
"I don't know who you're talking about. I'm not even here yesterday." He answered.
Ah right. He skipped classes yesterday.
"I'll ask some of friends, who is that anyway?"
"He saw me crying yesterday, and he said he knows me. So I feel like I need to talk to him"
"That's it?"
"What do you mean?"
"He might spread the wrong idea of me crying yesterday so I need to talk to him" I continued.
"Okay fine. Hey Ponz, do you know a guy who's like 5'11 has a mullet hair, wearing a blue shirt and a black cargo pants yesterday?" He asked his seat mate.
"Nope." Ponz said.
"Rei! I have a question!" Jin went to the other side of the room and he kept asking questions.
I'm so tired.
I feel like I did not sleep at all.
"Shall we drink later?" Fumiko whispered to me.
"I'd want to but my head hurts already" I answered.
"Aww, let's drink on weekends." she said. I just smiled at her and bowed my head on the table.
"Yumi! Is this the one you're finding?" I heard Jin talking to me.
I raised my head and he showed me a picture.
He looks decent in that picture... But he has that mullet hair—
"That's him!"
"But he's not wearing blue yesterday though" Shun, my classmate in this class said.
"But I'm pretty sure that's him." I said.
"Why are you finding him?" he asked.
"Nothing, can you give me his number?"
He seems kind of shocked. "Why?"
"I don't know if he's your type but she has a lot of girls around him—"
"I'm not asking him out!"
"Then why—"
"Just give me his number!"
"Okay fine fine!" Shun sent me his contact and I immediately texted this guy.
[meMessages]
Ayumi: Hey, I'm the girl from the playground. Please pretend you did not see that, thank you :)
I don't have the plans to meet him.
I just don't want letting other people know that I cried over an immature break up I have experienced.
That's embarrassing.
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That Night at the Playground
RomanceA story of two people who kept meeting each other by chance, until they both made efforts to reach each other's hearts.
