my days stayed like this, me getting every chance to see her from afar. it looked like i was stalking her, but she knows i was there. i spent some of my free time watching her practice, stopping for a while in the hallways when i see her playing cello in the music room, owning that one table in the cafeteria next to where she usually eats her lunch jut so i could be near her. we never talked inside the school, we never walked side by side, nor ate lunch together. i never asked her why because we never had the chance to talk.
there was one time i received a text from her. she said she missed going to that coffee shop near the theater. yes, that place we often go to last year. so after our classes on a friday afternoon, we went there separately. it felt like we were hiding something, but it was a good feeling. "hi," i greeted as soon as i arrived. she got here first, and i kinda feel bad if ever i made her wait long, but the second i see her smile, my thoughts were gone.
we had a very meaningful conversation after a whole minute of silence. we talked about our own passions. her hidden passion for music, and my unexplainable passion for being so into her. she was blushing, she couldn't look me in the eye, and i find it really cute.//
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2. white rose 》jeongmi
Short StoryThis is a sequel. Please do not read without reading the first part of the story. First Part is titled "Black Swan".
