4 o'clock | jimina short story

three

mina it aches. where?
my heart.

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my mother laughed awkwardly as the dinner proceeds in more quiet atmosphere. your dad tried to tell some jokes to lit the mood up, but i just didn't want to laugh.

after the dinner, we bid goodbye as i watched your shadow disappear after you went into your house.

oh i wished i could talk to you, but i can't.

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it's three in the morning now, devil's hour they say, and i couldn't sleep, at all.

i stood up and went outside, knowing that no one would be around, my legs walked towards your house uncontrollably.

even my legs wanted to see you too.

i stood in front of your doorstep, as i slightly hear some snoring sounds. that's your dad huh? he never changed.

your mom never changed too. but somehow, you were the only one who changed. i really wanna know why.

"mina, if you hear this, i wanna say that i missed you very much."

i said to your door, as i sat down.

it was four in the morning, and i wanted to see you already.

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stay happy :)