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three

Winter

A week has passed and I haven't seen the strange boy.

It's not that I want to see him though, he creeps me out and I don't like it.

I am currently fixing my things inside my locker when someone called my name.

"Hey Winter." It's the strange boy. He gave me a wide smile as he runs his fingers through his hair.

"I don't want to say this but you kind of creep me out, you know my name but I don't know yours." His wide smile quickly turned into a sad face.

"Is that so. I'm sorry. You just look like someone." He said.

I look like someone?

Curiousity hits me up.

"Who?" I asked with furrowed eyebrows.

"Someone important. By the way, I have to go, sorry for disturbing. I'm Jimin by the way." He said and left.

Jimin. Such a familiar name.

I felt dizzy as I heard his name.

It sounds familiar but I don't know why.