If You Love Me

Chapter 1: Bad Girls Deserved To Be Punished

You had felt yourself slipping from reality — salt filled tears dissolving in the atmosphere as his very image was now fading from your grasp.

You knew it well.

They had managed to dispose of you successfully — turning you into a mere voodoo doll puppeteered by the spell that they called love.

The same spell which had made you weak to your knees, bowing in a plea for mercy. The same spell which had destroyed entire armies, empires and facades — the same curse which had distorted everything out of proportion.

Perhaps your definition of love had been wrong the whole time.

To you, it was a beautiful thing.

To them, it was a disgrace — a poison to their bloodline, who despised commoners. It created a mentality that would plague their entire family.

Was this why he became this way?

Was this why he remained frozen as sharp air cut through your figure — heart shattering into thousands of shards as he grew further and further.

A guttural cry for help soars from your lips — a last resort.

A last goodbye...

Please... Save me...

❈

Please... Save me...

Your head crashed onto the wooden desk, the professor's lecture failing to catch even an ounce of your interest.

Instead your mind had been polluted with foolish thoughts and desires— freezing water sprinkling your toes as the sun glowed on the distant horizon. Familiarity and excitement sweeping your lungs with a single whiff. The ocean breeze spiraling your locks of hair, penciling your shoulders a chocolate brown. The recklessness in your grin, as the wind carried your cardigan into the distance — skin now exposed to the ghostly touch of your lover's fingers glazing the apple of your cheek.

You knew it was time — merely minutes away.

Summer.

The corners of your lips itch into a smile, noticing the buzz in the auditorium as students packed away their textbooks after a lengthy afternoon of classes.

Finally freedom!

"Y/N!" The petite brunette, who you labelled as your friend, calls from the back. Chaining your arms together, her cheeks round to form an adorable smile.

"Y/N~" She sings, imitating the tone of a cheery toddler running rampant through a candy shop. "Remember the tinsy winsy favour you said you owed me?" Hiding her fidgeting hands behind her back, she plays off her fear of rejection, batting her mascara coated lashes frivolously.

"Yes, why?" You hum, eyes rolling at your friend's persistence, zipping up the final inch of your leather bag.

Of course the one time you asked for a favour, she managed to mold into a 'pay me back' kind of situation.

Irritating.

Then again, she had a tendency to make a fuss over very small things quite often. So really it should've been expected?

"Well you see..." Her teeth grab hold of the skin inside her cheek, nibbling on it anxiously as her doe-like gaze falls to you. "MycrushMinsusortainvitedmeoutfordinnerand-"

"Woah woah. Slow down." A giggle bubbles from your lips, hands resting on her shoulders. Yerin always found a way to make you laugh whether it was on purpose or by accident. She was quirky that way. Especially as someone with a good sense of slapstick humour, her clumsiness was certainly priceless.