Before we "met" I didn't like you. I couldn't hate or loathe you but your presence was unbearable. The feeling was better described as disappointment. Funny because it hadn't always been that way.
When I was eight, I watched you help that girl who tripped on the playground. It wasn't much, but something about that one kind deed developed a seed of curiosity. Afterwards, I witnessed your many benevolent acts. Unlike the other whiny boys around, you seemed to hold a sense of maturity and softness. As we grew older, I observed you quietly and I grew very fond of your gentle smile. My secret admiration was unintentional. I couldn't control the way my eyes were drawn to your face and the way my ears perked at the sound of your name. You were almost perfect. Better than an angel.
Change constantly occurs and it remains inevitable. But among the many people and things in my life I never expected you to change. The week after your 14th birthday, it was as if a new soul possessed your body. This new soul thrived on pain. It lived off of callous words and cold hearted stares. Eyes like daggers, yet so barren and dry.
I prayed to see your genuine smile again but who was I to ask for such a thing. He doesn't even know your name. I thought. I didn't want to believe in the harsh rumors they spread about you. Deep down I knew they were true. My faith in you was slowly faltering. But, after watching you trip the same girl you helped 6 years ago, my wavering hope was completely diminished. He's nothing but a jerk. A good for nothing pretty boy. I thought.
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speak | taehyung
Fanfiction"can you make out somewhere else, someone here is suffering from heartbroken-itis" in which 01395 meets 01496 in the school bathroom
