-Jieun POV-
"Chan Jieun." The principle finally said and I finally got up from my seat and walked towards the podium to receive my diploma.
I walked up the mini steps, pulling up my dress up in the process so my heals don't get caught up it, leading for me to fall. I shook the principles hand, smiled for the camera as people took pictures. And finally took my seat arranged in a nice order on the podium. It was over, high school was over.
After the ceremony was over, I got all my congrats and roses from my relatives and I looked around to find Yoongi . I finally found him and I went to him with a wide smile but he didn't seem to happy to see me, sending chills down my spine, there was something in his eyes, the way he looked at me, it was different, he had never looked at me like that.
"Yoongi what's wrong." I asked but he didn't respond he just broke our eye contact. "Yoongi whatever it is, don't be upset about it, its a new chapter of your life, of our lives." I said, punching his shoulders lightly.
"There is no 'our' after this." He suddenly said so coldly and I changed my glare towards him, so confused.
"W-what are you saying?" I said in shoke.
"Leave, leave now, and don't think this is me not caring about you, just get out of my life and live your own. Leave this place and make sure you don't see me again." He said, right at that moment I could feel my tears be drawn up from my tear glands and starting to collect beneath my eyes, I was speechless. Ya sure he had bad moods and a messed up personality, but I had a very big soft spot for him. After he took one look at me, he walked away like it was the simplest thing to do. He looked like he didn't even care, or think twice, and I just stood there dumbfounded at the crazy turn of events. But I just realize that some people are just not forever.
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