Mark Lee is the resident bad boy and a well-known bully at school. But despite his rebellious façade, many girls still fall for him. He doesn't, however, fall in love with anyone because he believes he's just not capable of loving someone.
Or so he...
It's been nine months since she passed away, and I still miss her.
I still miss her so much.
It still hurts, when I think about it.
Like really, really think about it. Although I've learned to cope with it.
But at times, during stressful days and sleepless nights, I couldn't help but remember those good memories, and I miss her.
College was fun and stressful at the same time. I pursued my passion in music, and I've been doing great so far. Lessons and exams kept me busy, and I could say that I'm happy with my college life.
But after all those months of coping and pretending that I'm okay, I was still grieving deep inside.
I was still heartbroken about her death.
She was my first girlfriend, my first love. She was the first girl that I genuinely liked, and not just someone I wanted to flirt with. She was the girl of my dreams, the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.
It was so hard to forget her.
Even though I only spent a year with her, it felt like a lifetime.
She was my world, my lifeline. She was everything I could wish for.
But she was also everything that I couldn't have, no matter what I did to keep her.
Because she was gone too soon.
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- September 13, 2019 -
Friday
I didn't necessarily believe in bad luck, especially if it's Friday and it's the thirteenth. And I still don't.
But I also didn't exactly disagree with the possibility of me having bad luck at this particular Friday, because that's all I've been getting ever since this morning.
First, I was late at my morning class, and the fact that my professor in that class was strict when it comes to being late was not helpful at all.
Not even the truest of reasons you have for being late is acceptable to him.
"I don't appreciate you being late in my class, Mr. Lee." He had said when I thought he didn't notice me sneak into the back of the room towards my seat.
I stopped in my tracks, acknowledging the stares everyone was giving me, except the professor.
"Uh... I'm sorry, seonsaeng-nim. I, uh, woke up late." I had replied, not really knowing what else to say.
