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thank god it's saturday. i really don't want to go into work on monday, i don't want to see the new secretary in the main lobby who happens to be an ex of mine. i have moved on from him, but every time i see him, memories flood back to what happened between the two of us. we broke up because or relationship was toxic; all we did was hurt each other. he hurt me the most, and it left a burn on my skin. if felt like my skin was paper and he was the printer, permanently marking me. he was drunk one night and almost raped me, and when i fought back, he beat me up. he was arrested but was on a bail sentence. his parents got him out and now that he's working in the same building as me, i don't like it one bit.

i grab the steaming hot tea from the counter and open my balcony doors, pulling out a seat, and enjoying the view from the 19th floor. i watched as the sun rose, changing the color of the sky. the clouds were like a canvas and the sunlight was the paint. i watched as the streets woke up with roaring engines of vehicles. i watched as the birds flew by, all in a v-formation. all my nature-watching was halted when i heard chair legs scraping a balcony. i look over to my left and spot familiar hair a balcony over. i sigh and turn my head so he doesn't see me staring at him. i sip on the hot tea, letting out a sigh as i feel it warm me up. the sun rose higher, until it reached the peak of the morning.

"jimin?" i turn to my left. "jimin!" yoongi waves.

"i'm screwed."

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