Attention ||BOOK 2|| Park Jimin

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Jimin Park

I sat criss-cross on my bed, in front of the black box that held...probably all the answers I need from the one girl I really loved.

Maybe it has answers?

Maybe it doesn't?

I just stared at it.

Pondering.

I felt so hesitant, but so impatient. I wanted to rip it open, but I couldn't bring myself to move.

If I open it, I won't have anything else from Grace. I don't want this to end, which is stupid to think because I haven't even opened it yet.

This is all I have left....

What could she have wanted to give me that she made a whole gift box?

I'm so curious.

I'm too busy feeling emotions that I get distracted. I'm listening to my mind more than using my actual body.

I let out a long breath.

What could be inside?

Anything could be in there. It could be hate or...well, hate. What is in there can either destroy my mood even more or...well, that.

I don't have a lot of confidence in this.

You shouldn't have confidence in this.

Grace hates you.

She f**king hates you.

You caused her all of this. You made her almost die! You ruined her life! Of course she'll hate your damn guts!

I flinched.

I actually flinched because of myself.

I can be so harsh to my own self.

She's going to blame you for everything because you deserve it.

You deserve nothing!

She's never going to forgive you.

You don't deserve it anyway.

I teared up, believing everything my mind was telling me.

It's not wrong.

I f**ked up.

Of course this box was going to be filled with hatred and more reasons why I should stay inside, surrounded by self-hate.

Why would it be something nice?

I don't deserve it.

I caused so much pain.

Yet, I have to see what's inside.

Slowly, I leaned over and grabbed the box. I sat back down and carefully opened the top.

My heart slowed and everything turned silent, like in a movie where something suspenseful happens.

I threw the lid on my bed and looked inside with my eyebrows rising.

It's a note.

On a sheet of notebook paper.

I took it out, not bothering to see if anything else was inside the box.

The box falls from my hand, as I hurriedly open up the piece of paper of what looks like a handwritten note from none other than...Grace Xiu.

I cleared my throat and prepared myself to read.