Chapter 26

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It had been two months and a half since the video incident and you finally began to see some change. After the video was showed, your mom let you a week to try to recover a little until you started classes in a new school. You were so scared of meeting new people. You hadn't made any friends yet; you just went to class every day, sat in the last row and didn't talk with anyone. But you felt better than before. You thought everybody was going to start looking at you and whispering but it was quite obvious that anybody had seen the video there.

You knew it was because of your mother. She had talked with the principal to look for a solution. The police was involved too and they all made everyone to delete the video from their phones. Your mom even hired a company to get rid of your trace in Internet in case the video was somewhere. She made you deleted your accounts in every social network as well. It could seem drastic but only that way you were able to go out again.

You went to therapy as well. You didn't want to go but your mom obliged you to see a psychologist. She said you were quieter and shyer since the video and you needed to go through it. You didn't want to admit it but it was actually really helping you. If it hadn't been for your mom, you didn't know what you would have done. Everything was because of her and you didn't know how to thank her. She only said you could thank her just by being fine. She was fine if you were fine too but you knew it wasn't that true. She didn't tell you anything but in the last few months since the video thing, you hadn't seen her with Minsoo. She hadn't even talked about him. You knew it was because of you, it was your fault. Minsoo was Kyungsoo's father and Kyungsoo was who did that to you. Somehow you felt you had separated them.

Despite everything, your life was recovering little by little but there was still something that didn't let you completely move on. Jongin. Being away from him was the hardest thing. It felt as if you had to get clean of him but it was impossible. You went to bed every night and cried yourself to sleep. When you were at class, you could distract yourself a little but at home it was a torture. You couldn't stop thinking about him. There were moments when you thought you couldn't sleep and were going to die if you didn't see him. He was so close, just in the house beside yours. You just had to go out... But you couldn't. It was better for you both if you weren't together. He deserved someone better than you. Jongin was everything to you but you didn't want to drag him with you. You didn't want him to feel what you were feeling. You didn't want people to treat him like that.

"Are you ready?", your mom asked as you both got into the car.

"Yes", you simply replied. Your new school was 45 minutes from home by car but every Wednesday you had the session with your psychologist before school, so you had to wake up like two hours earlier to get in time to both places. It really sucked. You took a last look at Jongin's house before your mom started the engine. You hadn't seen him in more than two months and, even when you knew it was better that way, you always had the hope to see him again.

"I'll wait here", your mother said as you arrived to the psychologist office. Your psychologist was a thirty something woman, she was really kind and was a quite elegant.

"How is your week so far? Have you made any friend at school?", she asked.

"Not yet", you replied.

"Why not? What are you so scared of?", she asked.

"I don't want them to laugh at me", you replied.

"Are you clairvoyant? Can you see the future?", she said.

"No", you said.

"Then how can you know what they're going to do?", she asked.

"Because they're probably think that I'm weird. I never talk", you replied quietly.

"Do you read minds then?", she asked. You remained silent. You didn't know what to say. Of course you couldn't read minds. "You can't know what people think", she continued. "Ok, look at me. What do you think about me?", she asked.

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