Sighs [K.TH]

Hurt

History is boring for my likings, so I skipped it.

I was strolling around the empty corridors of our college, until I came across the AV room.

A very melodious and angelic voice, already had me mesmerised.

I stepped into the room, wanting to meet the owner of that voice.

But instead of some angel, I was united with the girl from yesterday.

She stopped singing as soon as she saw me.

She stared intensely at me, which made me uncomfortable.

"Uhm...Sorry to disturb... you." I awkwardly murmured and made my exit.

She seems lonely, I thought taking one last glance at the empty AV room.

She kept silent as she watched me leave.

Stumbling out of the eerie room, I idly strolled around our sunlit halls.

My mind still drowned in you, I arrived at the art room

A bitter smile spread across my face, as I engrossed myself in the nostalgic feeling of our past.

The place where it all started.

Our very own secret hideout.

This place holds so many secrets and events.

It reeks of our scent.

But that bitter feeling soon faltered, converging itself into a stinging pain, as soon as my eyes landed upon a specific duo.

Jungkook and you.

In that brightly lit room, remained you, sitting on his lap, while he drew sketches on the sketchpad with a wide bunny grin.

I stood there, watching with filmy eyes as I noticed a lump form within.

None of you ever noticed me, maybe too engrossed in your own fantasies.

Jungkook was better at art as well, isn't that why you broke our promise?

Our promise to never let anyone else to ‛our' place?

Ah, there's no ‛us' now. I've to keep reminding myself that, haha.

My vision blurred as I tried to blink the tears away. Your laughs and giggles ringing in my ear like a toxic drum. My eyes hurting to see you latched onto him.

So I quietly ran away, not sure where, since it was too much of a pain to see.

~Maybe it's not you, it's just me whose not enough~

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