The first thing I do when I wake up is to take a shower. I stumble through the clothes and blankets thrown on the floor of my messy room, trying to accommodate my vision with the darkness.
5 AM.
For some people, it might be a bit too early. For me, it's already too late for sleep.
I let the cold water run on my skin, pretending like it can wash away the memories of last night as well.
I chuckle to myself. It can't.
I look at my wounds while I lightly run my fingers over them, thinking about how much they would sting if I washed myself with hot water instead. I try to wash Yunie away, but the traces of black marker won't go away so easy. I sigh. Covering myself in soap bubbles should work. At least for now.
What are you going to do now? Is the first thing that comes in my mind.
I don't know.
No, actually, I have no idea.
I focus on the droplets of water falling on my skin instead of contemplating over what I should do. I might be able to run away for a bit longer.
We were millimeters away from kissing.
And with this simple thought, my mind is flooded with thousands of What if's.
Don't think.
I try not to.
But it's like holding your breath, you can keep it going for a while, until you feel like your head is gonna explode.
So you gasp for air.
I sigh and sit in the shower. The water falls on my head, making my hair go all grizzy and wet. I stare blankly at the wall in front of me and I feel somehow comforted by the sound of the water falling. It almost feels like I'm not alone.
I stay there for God knows how long, the only hint I have being that the sound of droplets of water falling isn't nice anymore, it's annoying.
I stand up abruptly and suddenly regret it because my eyes are deceiving me, black spots running around before my eyes. I lean on the wall to regain my balance and then turn off the water tap.
Silence.
With a sigh, I put a towel around my body and leave the bathroom, trying to make myself believe I'm ready for a new day.
***
I stare at the bouquet of light pink peonies on my desk in utter shock.
And horror.
And God knows for how long, before a girl with a Marvel t-shirt enters the class, waking me up from my state.
She glances at me before heading to her usual window seat.
How is this possible?
I haven't received flowers in a while. So why now?
I step towards my desk and look at them more carefully.
Just who?
There was a time when I wouldn't have minded it. Heck, I would've praised myself for fooling somebody new into buying me flowers. For that, I'd say "If you love me, buy me flowers", giving them false hopes, when in fact, I was going to step on their heart and screw with their feelings until they don't have any no more.
Maybe that's why I don't really have friends. I've shut everybody out. And I should've realized sooner that my sick game is going to have consequences sooner or later.
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Buy me flowers| PJM
FanfictionYuna "If you love me, buy me flowers." °°° This is her game. Many are willed to play. However, just one of them can win. °°° Jimin "It is worthy, the dancing. Because if I fail, t...