Wild flower

At Home

I brushed my tears away, once Yoongi had left me by the bus stop, and reluctantly tried to make my way towards my abandoned home. It's a small terraced house, where I live with my best friend. She was fast asleep on the couch, with half a bowl of crisps still tight in her grasp. The TV was still on, where she was watching, for the hundredth time, her favourite anime, Spirited Away. It's a classic, I know, but I don't understand why she's obsessed with it.

I wondered what she would think of Yoongi if she met him. I smiled. She obviously loves to talk, and she would talk to him for hours. But she is also loyal. Even if she falls for him, she will never show that, because she understands who is meant for whom. That's one of the reasons why me and her are best friends. We acknowledge each other's opinions and respect each other's feelings. I also feel a little guilty. She, unlike me, loves to talk, but that's up to her when she wants to. An ambivert. And I recently got with the guy of my dreams. Shell definitely be crushed that she has nobody special yet. I decided to keep it a secret, for now.

I rushed upstairs, wiping off my eyeliner, staring at myself in the mirror. For some reason, that guy Yoongi was talking about on the bus popped into my head... Jung Cho. He made my blood rush with anger. I couldn't believe I was friends with a murderer. I will never look at him in the same way- he killed Yoongi's sister. Who could do that; especially to someone they love themselves. It might have been a contributing factor to his insane nature.

I brush my teeth, while all these thoughts are rushing through me, and trudge off to bed, just before turning off the TV and putting the crisps away. This was a day that changed me, woke me up from my boring life. This was the day I had experienced love, for the first time, true love. There was still a long way to go.