when i take my walk today, he is there again. the sky is pitch-black, illuminated only by the slivers of light from the stars and the dim-shadow of the street lamps.
he looks lost in thought, a spiral of never-ending stories that tell themselves.
i find myself drawing nearer. what am i doing? i don't even know him. what if he..?
without any hesitation, i sit on the bench across from him, hand resting nervously on my phone. then he gazes up at the moon and throws a hand over his forehead carelessly.
he's crying.
maybe he doesn't notice me sitting directly across from him, but he looks no older than me. young, vulnerable, broken. there's something that sends shivers of agony through me with each choked out sob.
i run home and my parents eye me suspiciously as i dash upstairs and slam the door to my room. frantically digging through my drawers, i discover a floral pad of post-its and a pen. thinking for a minute, i scrawl something neatly on one and fold it into a circular shape.
the next morning, as i am walking to school, i walk over gingerly to the bench where he had been the night before. i think i'm losing my mind.
he's not the only one who sits on benches, and he's a complete stranger. he's not going to ever read it, it's going to be lost with the day and i'm absolutely insane.
yet i tuck it tenderly between the creases of the bench and smile.
i wasn't able to go out for my walk that night, as i stayed up too late working on a blog post for my website and forgot to do my homework.
when the bell rings after school the next day, my step is a little quicker than usual. i am not expecting anything, he didn't even see it.
like i predicted, the note is left stored neatly where i had left it. my heart sinks suddenly, and i don't know why.
i silently curse myself for being such an idiot and snatch the paper up, smashing it into my pocket.
life had never presented itself as anything other than a disappointment for me, i should already know nothing good comes out of waiting for dreams that will never come true. if the internet has done anything to my mind, it filled it with the delusions of people who have nothing better to do than lie about their lives.
and then i get a call from my mom, asking me to hurry home. of course, she wanted me to do my chores that i had forgotten.
just my tuesday out of the rest of the world's.
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pretend | park jimin
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