𝔭𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢| ᴍᴀʀᴋ ʟᴇᴇ {hiatus}

ᴊᴀʀᴅÍɴ

[ jardín is garden]

Once I was done eating, I slipped away from the table. If I had stayed any longer, I would have been put into another conversation that truly didn't need my opinion.

After I had visited my locker, I realized where I was supposed to be and who I was meeting. My mind had a miniature panic attack, yet my face showed no emotion.

I had been so focused on my mental stability that I hadn't noticed that I was standing in front of a door. No, The Door. This door was the only thing keeping me from embarrassing the crap out of myself.

My eyes trail down to the rusted knob. I gulped as I wrapped my fingers around it. I take in a deep breath as I open the barrier between my sanity and someone that makes me question everything.

Mark was sitting on a bench. He was casually watering some of the flowers. He looked so peaceful and deep in thought. His whole being looked so soft, I just wanted to hold him with all my heart.

I ambled my way to the bench and sat quietly. I examined him closely to the point where I was practically dissecting him. If you looked closely, you could see that every part of him was perfect. His fluffy hair, his cheekbones, and we can't forget his weirdly shaped eyebrows. Along with his habit of tucking in his lips and rubbing his chest.

Mark turned his head and almost jumped out of his skin, "Jiwoo! Make some noise next time."

I smiled, "I just can't help it."

He sat down the watering water can and then next to me. I questioned, "What did you want to talk about?"

"I wanted to talk about— actually I don't remember."

My expression dropped, "So you made me speed eat just to come here and look at you?"

"I'm pretty sure you don't mind." He smirked.

"Oh, I do. Goodbye."

I got up and started to walk away. I felt Mark's arms slip around my waist. I froze in place, "Mark... what are you doing?"

He breathed, "I'm trying to figure this out..."

"Figure out what?"

He turned me around keeping his arms around me, "Why you can't remember..."

My mind went everywhere while I gawked at him. I truly couldn't remember anything. What I can remember is waking up in the hospital with Yoo and my mom by my side.

I was quite hazy when I heard someone speak to me for the first time. It was somewhat like, "Don't... tell." I took it to my soul and I didn't tell anyone. Except, I didn't know what I wasn't telling anyone.

Yoo told me that I passed out because I hadn't eaten enough, but she had cuts on her face. I didn't question them, though. Ever since then, I just lived with what I had already.

It just really didn't add up.

I saw a pair of fingers snap in front of my face, "Jiwoo."

I blinked twice and focused, once again, on Mark. I hummed as a response. He peered at me with worry.

I hate that.

I don't like being "the poor child" and being told "bless your heart." It makes me sick. For the past few years, I've only been seen as "that" kid. I didn't know what "that" defined as, but I sure hated those stares and whispers.

Mark leaned in closer while I was in thought. As soon as he was too close to my face, I pushed him back.

"Mark. Now is not the best time." I sighed, "I'm leaving."

I gently removed his hands from my waist and walked on. I made it all the way to the door.

He let me walk away.
All the way.
They're all the same.

I breathe in harshly as I reached for the door. The knob felt cold like just like the time when—

"Wait. I wasn't trying to force myself on you... I-I..."

I kept my back towards him for my own safety. If I turn around, he'll be concerned and I hate being worried about. Plus, I'm tearing up because he just let me walk away. Who cries over being let to walk away?

He continued, "That was habitual because of how we used to be. Every time I see you, I just want to have you– make you mine again."

"What are you saying," I spoke in an undertone.

I heard him walk up closer, "What I mean is: I want to help you remember. And that will exclude all of the intimate touching and kissing. I just need you back..."

I leaned my head back out of frustration. I was so close to giving up on him, and he came right back with more sincerity.

"What do you say?" He questioned.

"Yeah, I guess."

There was a pause between both of us. He was probably hoping for a better response. I got tired of thinking of the situation and left.

Walking through the halls was truly  comforting. The way the vines gracefully climbed up and how the flowers bloomed in the darkest of places.

I kept walking until I had reached my classroom. I walked in and sat next to my new partner: Yuta. I have no problems with him, which is good. If anything, he looked concerned when I walked in.

"Did Simon throw you into school?"

"You know it." He shifted, "What's wrong little one?"

I huffed into my seat, "Nothing. I actually want to learn right now because it will keep my mind somewhere else."

"Okay...?" He turned back around.

The teacher walked in and I simply stared. I got out my notebook when Yuta started again, "I have to tell you something."

"What is it?"

He leaned in to whisper, "Simon didn't tell us this, and it's better if you know–"

"Just tell me."

He retracted when he heard my impatience. "Well, he sends us on missions." He used air quotes on missions.

I blatantly gawked at him puzzled.

"I mean, he makes us do things. These things range from petting a dog to killing someone."

"Okay, but what's your point?"

He sighed, "Well, I was told to watch over you. And kill anyone that could harm you."

My eyebrows furrowed together. I nodded once I understood what he meant. I shifted to face the board.

"And that includes Mark."

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i'm sorry for being inactive. i had massive writers block and school was beating me up. hope you liked the chapter;))