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>>YOONGIS POV<<
I looked out my window, my hands weawing another flower crown that will most likely be destroyed.
I looked at my full sized mirror, staring at the bruises painting my pale face.
I never quite fully understood why I was the one who was constantly picked on. I never understood what I did to deserve this miserable life.
Couldn't they at least pick on someone who had the courage to fight back?
But maybe that was the reason why I was the one getting beaten up. I never fight back.
My thoughts were interrupted when I felt a sharp sting on my finger. I looked down to see a cut which was made by a sharp thorn.
But I just continued weawing the flowers and the vines together, ignoring the pain which didn't didn't bother me.
I looked out my window and up at the beautiful moon surrounded by bright stars.
Why couldn't I be beautiful, just like the lonely stars?
I looked at myself once again as I gazed at the 'Gay flower boy' before me.
After I finished the flower crown I gently set it down and laid down under my white sheets. But then the reality hit me. And the tears that I tried so hard to suppress were now sliding down my cheek.
Soon I fell into a deep slumber, my tears mixing with the bruises.
