UNEDITED
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|•Jaeni's p.o.v•|>flashbackIt's been the same.
Everyday Joshua and I would ignore each other. Whenever we got to school at the same time in the morning, he's ignoring me. Whenever we bumped into each other in the hallways, he'd ignore me, whenever we saw each other at the rooftop, I'd ignore him.
I'm so tired.
Today I skipped school. Lying to my mom about having a cold and putting a warm towel on my forehead before hand, anything to get away from Jisoo.
Tired of seeing him walk around smiling with a different girl everyday. As much as I don't want to say... it's disgusting. At first it was just simple jealousy, but now that turned into anger and hatred, not for him, but for myself.
Cutting, I started cutting.
I was so mad at myself. I should've told him that I liked him, I should've confessed, I should've...
But it would only ruin our friendship.
Because of stupid reasons like, 'Why would a great guy like him like a girl like me?"
With each cut I didn't feel relieved, but the pain only reminded me of my mistakes, it's all my fault, it's all my fault he became like that.
I went to his house to apologize for what I did, he wasn't home yet so his mom told me to wait for him for a little bit. I went up to his room as I haven't been here for a long time. I found our photobook on his study table, we each had one. I expected it to have pictures of us or scenery, but they were mostly pictures of me?
I stared in 'awe' as I looked through each page, I wonder how he took these pictures without me knowing?
As I flipped another page A photo fell out.
It was a picture of us when we were still in middle school doing a heart pose, I was all calm while Jisoo's cheeks were tinted pink.
I chuckled as I looked up still holding the picture, tears falling.
As I crashed down on Jisoos bed still holding the photo the light hit it and I noticed the shadow of some writing. Turning the picture back I read the message.
"I'm so stupid with my cheeks tinted pink, but...Today I was happy, really happy."
And on the bottom left corner there was some more writing, but this time it was tinier so tiny I had to squint.
It said,
"-Even if my cheeks are tinted pink they only ever turn this way when I'm with you, is there any possibility that you'd like me too?"
At the time my mind was just all over the place, did all this start in middle school or? None the less I was happy.
My tears stopped and now I had quickly opened the photobook looking at the back of each photo reading the captions on the back.
Letting my hopes get the best of me.
'She thought the fireworks were pretty, but I thought she was prettier'
And on the left hand corner again was small writing.
"-Even if I don't shine as bright could you notice me too?
And I read more and more of the captions and the tiny messages on the bottom left corners.
"She told me I looked good with my hair up, maybe I'll keep it this way"
"-Even if I style my hair up like this, you still won't notice me right?"
"I was going to confess so I took her out for bubble tea, but she only paid attention to the bubble tea"
"-Noted: She likes green tea bubble tea and she won't drink anything else ( future me if you're finally her boyfriend this is critical information)
"She finally went to school with her hair down..."
"- I made you blush, Do I really have a chance though?"
With each caption my heart tore a little more, but that didn't matter.
I broke this boy, I broke him. I should've confessed, I shouldn't have been so naive.
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|•Joshua's pov•|Jaeni hasn't woken up since. Like a dead body, she just there all day motionless. It was as if she was just taking a nap, but that was only because of the pain killers. She'd have seizures from time to time.
It's been almost 3 weeks and I visit Jaeni everyday, Vernon had informed me.
I opened the door to her room with a bowl of warm water and a towel. I placed the bowl down and ringed the wet towel inside it, then I gently patted her face.
This has become a daily routine. Her parents must be busy these days, I wonder if they know she's in the hospital?
Of course they do, they're her parents they care about her. (just not as much as they should)
I looked at her as I put the towel back into the bowl.
"Jaeni, wake up, please..." I mumbled.
Her face had become so pale if before it was the sun now it was the moon. It shone, but not as bright and not as beautiful.
It gave off the feeling of sadness and anyone who saw it would feel a sort of empty guilt with no reason.
I know because everyday, I feel it.
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|• Jaeni's pov•|
Jisoo came back, but his hair was a mess and as soon as he went into his room and saw me. He went out again.
That was my que to leave I wasn't wanted there and he probably doesn't want to see me right now. I would chase after him and I would tell him that I liked him back, but I don't think this is right...Jisoo he's dating someone already, I'm in no place to say the words I never got to say.
It wouldn't be right if I took him away from her.
I put the photobook down and went downstairs to say goodbye to Mrs Hong.
I then started to walk home, everything was going well but I heard foot steps behind me. I looked back as I saw a man with a smug grin on his face. Heading towards me I started to run, I was quick, but he was quicker.
I felt an arm around my neck and a handkerchief covering my mouth and nose.
I don't know why this man would want to kidnap me nor do I have the strength to fight.
But I saw Jisoo and he saw me..And I knew I had to fight back, but I had no strength and my eyelids felt heavy. Along with the fastened pace of my heart beat and the loud thumping that came with it. Jisoo's walking soon turned into a jog, then into a run, then a sprint and his voice screaming for me to hang on along with the constant yelling of my name with a shaky voice.
Then it was lights out.
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A/N
To anyone still reading this story:
Tysm fam you da real MVP.
I'm sorry I didn't update for a long time, but school is hell.
-Author nim
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