i started walking, through the white rose petals scattered on the path, towards the center of the park. it might sound clichè and a little too good to be true, but yes-- beyond those sparkly lights, there stood mina.
my myoui mina.
she was holding a little flower, a white rose not fully bloomed-- one too young to be plucked. and it seems she ran out of white roses as the beautiful ones were already scattered on the ground. she smiled a little awkwardly before handing me the pale flower. "merry christmas, my jeong." she greets. "i'm sorry i had to lie about going to japan."
suddenly i couldn't speak. i started thinking about all the efforts she gave into doing all of this-- for me. and then i started hating myself for hating her a while ago.
she let out her hand and held mine, and then she pulled me closer into her, guiding my body as we started swaying onto the light music playing. we laughed a little because the music was just playing on her phone inside her pockets. "i'm sorry, i'm a little unprepared." she apologized, slightly embarassed.
"it's okay. i love you." i replied. it was out of context but who cares?//
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2. white rose 》jeongmi
القصة القصيرةThis is a sequel. Please do not read without reading the first part of the story. First Part is titled "Black Swan".
