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He's flying, and I'm falling. He's soaring high above the clouds, while I'm plummeting to my death. Did he forget about me? Did he forget about me after his popularity sky-rocketed? I always wondered. I remember we used to be like two birds flying in the beautiful sky together. I remember that I felt like I had been shot down and was now falling, falling, falling...
And because he were too scared he didn't spare a glance.
I forgave him. I was a good person at heart, and he knew it. Then why'd he abandon me like this? Not even trying one bit to help me back up? "Sorry, I'm hanging out with friends," he would say if I asked if he wanted to hang out. Am I not his friend too?
I remember clearly the day Sunwoo confessed to me. I was touched. But now he forgot all of that, including the good memories we had made. I remember the tree we had climbed all the time deep in the forest we kept a secret. But I've seen him bring his friends there. I confronted him one day and he had an excuse I never expected him to use. "It was an accident."
Ha! What an excuse! Where's the honest and kind Sunwoo I've known? I always tried talking to him in class. But he either ignored me or waved me away. I decided I wouldn't talk to him at all today. I wonder if he'd notice... I wonder if he would be that nice to notice...
I took a deep breath and trekked towards class down the hallway, my hands gripping the straps of my backpack, knuckles whitening. I turned the corner but collided into someone, causing me to get knocked to the floor. "Ow..." I winced and saw movement at the corner of my eye. A familiar voice asked, "Are you okay?" It was Sunwoo.
I wanted to spill to him how much I despised what he was doing to me, how much I missed him, and how much I loved him, but all I could manage to say was "I'm fine." He offered me a hand and I hesitated for a few heartbeats before slipping my hand reluctantly into his and letting him pull me up.
I felt tears gather at my eyes. Why was I crying? Tears streamed down my face as I lowered my head slowly so Sunwoo didn't see my wet face. "Y/N, why are you so sad lately? I never could have a proper conversation with you," He whispered as he bent down slightly to match my height. I became angry.
I tossed my head up, my hair flinging behind my shoulder. I growled, "Oh, I don't know. Maybe because of you, you sick a$$hole!" Sunwoo flinched. He pressed his lips together to form a grim smile. "Wh-what?" He seemed stunned and nervous. "Yeah, you! You made me this way! Why did you have to change after summer break?" I punched his chest gently, tears continuing to trickle down my cheeks and drop from my chin.
I flicked my hand. "Why'd you have to become so good-looking and gain so much popularity? Why'd you change from a shy, kind person to a jerk that shows off all the time? Why'd you leave me for some fake friends?" I interrogated in rage. Sunwoo stared at me unblinkingly. My face was wet and felt hot from embarrassment, since people were watching me shout. I took a step back. I hung my head once again. "Sorry." I quickly veered around him and made my way through the dispersing crowd.
I felt a hand tightly hold onto my wrist. I was tugged back. "Let go!" I screamed, flailing around helplessly as I was yanked back into someone's embrace. It could only be one person... Sunwoo. I calmed myself as I was back-hugged. What was he doing? I turned my head back. "... What do you want?" I mumbled quietly but loud enough for him to hear. "Look, Y/N, I'm so sorry... I didn't consider your feelings, nor did I acknowledge you at all," I heard him say into my ear.
I broke down. This was what I wanted to hear all along. Sunwoo turned me around and pressed his thumb against my cheek, wiping away my tears. The students that had been spectating, expecting an argument, began awkwardly walking off, whistling and pretending they didn't see anything. I looked up and smiled softly. "Thank you."
He nodded to me and smiled in return. "Yeah..." I sniffled and hiccuped, still crying. "Don't cry. It makes me feel horrible," he said in a low voice, using his thumb to swipe off the blobs of tears. He hugged me once again.
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It was after school. I was on my way home, cheerful after Sunwoo and I made up. I was glad our little grudge ended. I don't even know if you can call it a grudge! Maybe a small obstacle? I broke into a run, laughing to myself. "Y/N! Stop!" I heard someone's voice shout. "Huh?" I swiveled around, still sprinting but slightly unbalanced. Sunwoo was dashing towards me urgently.
"Watch out!" He cried out. I slowed to a walk and tilted my head to one side in confusion before I heard a loud honk of a car horn. Surprised, I looked to the side. A truck was coming full-speed towards me and didn't seem like it was going to stop anytime soon. I was rooted to the spot. I watched as Sunwoo raced towards me nonstop. He neared me, and he didn't waste a second as he shoved me to the sidewalk. I knew what was going to happen.
I knew it. And he did too. "I love you, Y/N," I heard him. I was horror-stricken as I witnessed him being hit roughly by the truck. The truck skidded to an abrupt halt and the driver climbed out hurriedly. He cursed at the unconscious body of Sunwoo. "Sunwoo... Sunwoo... Sunwoo!" I began bawling. I crawled over to him. He was bleeding. He wasn't bleeding a little bit, like as if he got a cut. He was bleeding large amounts from wounds on his face, head, arms, stomach, and legs. "Sunwoo!" I yelled and kneeled beside him, not caring if my clothes would get ruined by the pools of blood around him.
Now Sunwoo was shot down too from the sky. He as going down with me, injured. But he was falling faster and faster than me. It terrified me. It wasn't just me that was falling now. You joined me. But you weren't falling beautifully, the way you should've fallen. It was disgusting, gross, and repulsive. A masterpiece was ruined.
"Check for his heartbeat!" The driver hastily ordered. I did. I pressed my ear against Sunwoo's chest. Nothing. I leaned my head against his nose and mouth. No breathing. Nothing. No signs of life. His eyes were closed and his skin was already turning cold. I clutched his bruised hand. "Please don't leave. Not like this. Not like this-!" I begged and pleaded.
But he was dead and there was no sign of him to come alive again.
