Maria likes Mark.
Mark likes Mercedes.
Mercedes likes YangYang,
YangYang likes Maria.
After finding out her crush actually likes her best friend and her best friend's crush actually likes her, Maria finds...
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I headed to Maria's place as my comic book bag dragged across my chest. I held it tightly, hoping nothing would fall out in case I decided to let my anxiety get the best of me. I just-I just needed to see her. To know how she's feeling. To know she's okay.
What could have possibly made her change her mind about staying in South Korea...? I'm not even from here, but I refuse to give up that easily. I have friends here I'd miss. Places I'd hate to leave and a job I love a lot. Maybe if I can convince her to stay, then things will be great again...
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I walked inside of the building as I made my way down the hall to her door. Silently knocking, hoping Jaehyun wouldn't come popping out of no where with his sneak attacks, the door slowly opened. Maria peaked at me, exposing one side of her face as the rest was covered in nothing but pure darkness. "M-Maria? Are you okay?" I asked her silently. She suddenly opened the door all the way, exposing her bruised and bloody body. "Yangyang I-" She said before dropping to the floor.
"Oh Jesus. HELP! Somebody help!" I screamed. I leaned down quickly removing my backpack as I lifted her head up to my head for full support. "SOMEBODY HELP!" I screamed again. Doors suddenly started opening as a crowd of people gathered in the hall. Jaehyun's door suddenly opened as he looked to see what was going on. "Maria?" I sobbed. Jaehyun rushed to my side as he grabbed her. "What? No!" I cried. "She needs to go to a hospital!" He snapped as he picked her up. I leaned against the wall behind me, aggressively brushing my fingers through my hair. My anxiety level started rising up as thoughts in my head kept repeating she was dead.
No. She can't be. SHE CAN'T BE!
What happened to her?
Did someone hurt her?
This can't be happening!
I have to call mark!
I panicked as I rushed outside with everyone else. I quickly called Mark.
