It has been months that I stopped talking to Nayoung.
She finally is coming to school without her mask, socialising more. I could see her change. She looks so much brighter nowadays. And I'm happy for her. Even though she may never know, I'd always be the one behind her.
Everytime we see each other in the hallways, we would both stop, give each other sad looks then carry on walking. No one wanted to take the first step, say whats on their mind.
The way I humiliated Nayoung has been haunting me in my dreams as well. Its like our roles reversed. She is the happier one, while I'm the sad one.
Amusing, isn't it? Guess I got played by god.
