This morning...feels familiar. The sun is gleaming through my white curtains so I have to squint in order to see properly. The roses..they're healthy.
I had given a copy of my keys to my cousin Jihye, but she was studying in the United States. No way she replaced the flowers.
I rubbed my eyes and slipped off the bed.
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The first few periods of class this morning gave me an uneasy feeling. Jimin was acting as someone else again. Sitting at the back with Min Yoongi, the emo fluffball.
"Pass this." A raspy voice whispered from behind me. I turned to see Lee Kihyun, holding a folded sticky note. I hesitantly took it and passed it to the student in front of me.
The courtyard was crowded, as usual. It felt normal. I knew what was missing but I felt as if nothing had changed.
My mouth quivered and I flushed with guilt. I can't live with this feeling. Almost instinctively, I eyed an empty space and ran. There was so something pulling me down from the inside, and I was itching to believe that it wasn't regret.
I sat on the dead grass and stared at my sneakers. Small drips of liquid fell from my eyes and onto the grass, in which they soaked the dry plants.
"You okay?" A girl asked, her voice muffled behind the sleeve of her sweatshirt. But I could only look up at her with a miserable smile.
I didn't realize at first, that her other hand was reaching out. I also didn't hesitate to take it. The nail of her ring finger was covered with a jeweled flower.
I was questioning myself, and this scene.
"I'm Kim Sora.." She said quietly. Fuck it.
