✔ Your Bias is my Ex!

Chapter 1 - Tears

Children's laughter filled the sunny field. Two children are facing each other with their gummy smiles full of innocence and bliss.

"There they are!" yelled one kid. Both looked at the kid then to each other, still smiling brightly.

"Run!" he said as he began to run.
I quickly followed behind him while the other kids are behind us trying to catch us. Bubbles of laughter came out from my mouth as I ran. I don't know but I feel so happy watching his back and then he turned his head towards me.

"ppali!" he said holding out his hand for me to reach which I did and suddenly our hands are entwined and we're in our middle school uniforms.

He's taller than me now and his soft hands now has a hint of roughness in them. Seems different but when he looked back at me, laughing, as we hurry to avoid getting caught by the school guards. It's still the same. His smile is still the same. He's still my yoon.

I panted in between giggles as we stopped for air. He was bent down and laughing. One hand on his knee and one hand still on mine. I suddenly stopped giggling as I continued to stare at the picture in front me. Ah. This was the time I was sure of how I felt for him.

The scene changed and it was High school. Everything was a roller coaster then. Suddenly he was not mine alone. Suddenly he doesn't sing only for me. Suddenly he has somewhere to go without me. Suddenly I am not the only girl who loves him. Suddenly...

Confusion, jealousy, bitter feelings. I started to have those. High school was full of push and pull but it was still bittersweet. I wouldn't have it any other way because in some way we grew.

Pictures started flashing then. Waves of memories going through. Him in a piano in the cafeteria asking me to prom. Him waiting for me outside our house, picking me up. The way he looked at me like I was the most beautiful person to grace on earth. Our first dance where he confessed. The promises he made. The kiss on my forehead. Our very first kiss. Our picnics. Him writing songs for me. Him being nervous. The way he touched me so delecately like I was fragile. Me loving him so much that I have left nothing for myself.

I'm in a room so dark I could barely see. I looked everywhere but he wasn't there. No trace of him. Broken glasses on the floor and I see me. Screaming and crying. Crying so hard that I thought blood would come out instead of tears. I looked up with my hand clutching my heart feeling like it's gonna burst. Through my blurry vision I saw his back. I tried to stand but he looked back and there was no trace of the man I loved. I shrank back down and sobbed.

I shot up in my bed panting. It's haunting me again. Memories I wanted to burry. I slowly reached to my cheek where I could feel tears slipping down. No matter how I tried to wipe away the tears it kept coming so I covered my mouth instead to stiffle my sobs. Why did it still hurt so much like it was yesterday?