lunch | mark lee

migraine n scars | 021

Hyesu's pov

By the time I had gotten home, they sky was already turning into a pomegranate tint. My brain was still pouncing inside of my skull, forcing me feel dizzy. I stumbled into my home, tripping over the tiniest things, increasing the pain I felt. 

I sloppily headed for the medicine cabinet and I grabbed the paracetamol packet and some water. One? Or two?  I questioned myself. "Screw it," I murmured as I shook out three tablets. I gulped it down with water and threw myself onto the couch, which was a bad idea because it caused more pain gush through me. 

2 hours later

I was alarmed when I woke up to hear nothing but silence. Both my parents hadn't come home yet, so I checked my phone to see if they had sent me any messages. Dad didn't, but mum did. It read: 

Hello Hyesu, I have a staff meeting today, then I have to go and watch year 4's performance so I'll be home later than usual. And your father is still at the shop, so he won't be back until about 10pm. Have a Mark over if you want, but don't make a mess. I'll see you soon x

I replied with a short 'okay, no worries' and put my phone down. I didn't want to think about Mark. Not after today anyway. I got up and started heading towards the kitchen when I heard a knock on the front door. Confused, I walked up to the door and squinted through the blurry glass. I could make out a male figure, but that was it. Carefully, I opened it up, only to find Mark standing in front of me with a sorrowful smile. 

"Hey," he waved.

"Mark I already told you to forget about us."

"No," he answered bluntly, walking past me straight into the living room. In awe I shut the door and turned to him.

"So now you have the permission to just walk into my home?" 

"Show me your arm," he commanded, completely ignoring my question. 

"Answer my question."

"Do as I say and I'll answer your question."

"What the fu-" I was abruptly interrupted by him pulling up my sleeves, only to reveal scars all the way up my arm. He didn't say anything. He didn't let out one sound. He looked me in the eyes and my tears started to line up, ready to fall. Slowly and silently, he pulled down my sleeves and pulled me into a hug. His hands were wrapped around me tightly and his head rested on the crook of my shoulder. I was hesitant and I didn't want to hug him back, but my hands found its way around his neck. There we stood, in each others embrace as silence danced around us.