"Is it still saying the messages are blocked?" Yugyeom asked me after school and attempted to peer down my phone screen as we walked home.
"Yeah," I answered, directing my screen toward him so he wouldn't have to strain himself.
Once his eyes glanced over the messages, he let out a sigh, laced with the combination of frustration and sadness.
"What is going on?" he said and ran his fingers through his hair, his bangs falling back over his forehead. His usual giddy demeanor had decreased since Hana spoke to us, and now, not even the slightest hint of radiance shone through his voice.
"I wish I knew," I said and looked at my phone again with the slightest hope that anything had changed, but my hope was in vain.
Everything was the same.
I sighed as we walked on the street that led to my house, knowing that even with all the effort we put into trying to figure out what happened that we still didn't have the smallest clue. My feet dragged themselves on the concrete road, and I looked up into the grey sky as I walked, the clouds seeming heavy and close to the ground. For a second, I thought that nature was in a similar mood to the one I had, possibly feeling empathy.
But the thought was dismissed when Yugyeom called my name, bringing me back down to Earth.
"Yeah?" I replied, my eyes going back to the ground.
"Remember that one book that we had to read about the girl with the star?"
"Stargirl?" I asked, and I turned my vision toward him to see if it was the right book.
He nodded.
"You remembered how the book ended?"
"Yeah," I said, the little bits of the book floating around in my memory. I faintly remember the standout girl, the boy who liked her and ultimately rejected her because of everyone else. Back then, I didn't think too much of it, but as I thought of it I realized how sad it actually was.
"What about it?" I asked.
"I think that it is happening right now," he said, and a strange feeling erupted in the depths of my mind and body. My brain froze before a wave of disbelief came over it and shattered the shock into pieces.
"Yugyeom, that's ridiculous," I managed to say, but that doesn't stop the feeling in my stomach from growing larger.
"I know," he said, and a light chuckle left his lips.
"But at this point, anything is possible with her, right?"
Silence passed through us like the wind, and although every fiber in me was protesting, telling me that it wasn't true and that there had to be some type of explanation for all of this, I had to agree.
"I guess," I said, and looked to see that my house was right in front of me, "I'll see you later."
He waved me off with his fingers, and soon enough he was gone too.
I walked inside my house after taking my shoes off, my steps echoing across the floor and filling the void space. After throwing my backpack onto the couch, I trudged my body to my room, and threw myself on my bed, the shambles of my emotions pooling on the covers.
The way that I felt was couldn't be pinpointed, to say the absolute least. There wasn't an exact time in which one thought transversed to another, but rather all of the ideas I had were already interconnected, combined into one continuous string of confusion that had no output, or a way for me to escape from.
But there was a central feeling, where all of the minor questions channeled themselves into, and the one that I wanted to ignore the most.
Do I like her?
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