2:30 am, as always, i'm awake. the burning on my cheeks, the seemingly blood shot look in my eyes. i'm no stranger to it. to any of it. it's been a year without any type of happiness.
i work now, but i still go to college. i work at the coffee shop, and everyday, youngjae comes in with his charming smile... with a girl around his waste. it's been like that for a year now, same girl. he must be happy, or at least happy when he's with her. whenever he sees me at the counter, his smile fades and his expressions become dark. do i make you that unhappy?
i'm sorry choi youngjae, i really am.
YOU ARE READING
2:30 am
Short Story*COMPLETED* it's never happy, and she's just tired of never being happy.
