Yoo Hera is living her life as the social butterfly, well-known and loved. Her accomplishment of being the student council president due to her friendliness and open minded attitude makes her social status soar in this small town. Hera's curiousity...
The bedroom was filled with curled up tissues and faint alternative music was heard as I let my ipod shuffled and speaker on for god knows how long. I had no strength to get out of bed and go to school, mostly to face him.
Haneul was upset at my sudden unwillingness to be active, but she stopped trying to put some senses into my brain since all I've been doing was letting tears flowed out of my eyes nonstop, possibly able to make a river.
Exhaling deeply, I turned my body to the other side of the bed with eyes hardly opened, mainly because I cried too much, just like those sappy weak girls who just broke up with their most beloved boyfriend.
There's just too many thoughts on my mind right now, mostly regret and inside, I'm having a huge debate with myself.
Did I do the right thing by breaking up with him? Or am I making my own conclusions without seeing his perspective?
But, he did shout angrily at me and that pissed me off big time. It hurts my heart to know how much he didn't trust me that he accused me of invading his 'privacy'. The look on his eyes when I mentioned his sister was crystal clear as well, it defined our relationship in any transparent meaning, which was fragile and filled with lies.
On the other side, I regretted getting all worked up and just vomitted almost all of his well-kept secrets in front of his face like it's nothing. He showed palpable remorse when he raised his tone at me, but I'm too selfish to see his sincerity.
As the old saying goes, it's always easier to burn than to heal, isn't it?
It made me come into the conclusion that he only used me to fulfilled his emptiness and incapability of being alone, since I heard from Jin that he was once a social butterfly with lots of friends and people constantly being around him.
or was it really what I thought it was? That one last look he gave me when I was leaving, I can't really explained it.
I sighed loudly and buried my face in the fluffy pillow. I missed him enormously though, his lips imprinted on mine, like red wine stain on a white dress. But I can't and won't take back what had happened, maybe it's best for us to part and figured out what we both wanted.
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a week later
Exhausted, both physically and mentally.
I was resting my head on the desk, letting my eyes stared at the clear blue sky through the transparent window as the teacher's voice echoed around the room.
Ever since we broke up, I've been using my old bike to get to school and back. I couldn't really take the bus anymore because Taehyung would be there. He tried to talk to me once but he stopped because I gave him cold shoulders.
