Just Like a Memory | Yuwin ✔️

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Yuta
Hey, are you okay?                                       
Wed 5:54 pm

Hey, Winwin, please answer me      
Thurs 7:21 am

I'm coming over                                             
Fri 4:17 pm

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I turned my phone off, letting it fall to my bed as I flopped back on to it. I hadn't spoken to anyone in about a week. Not my aunt; who decided now she cared about me. Not any of my friends; who kept reaching out and trying to get me to talk to any of them. I honestly felt bad about ignoring them. Not even Yuta. He seemed to understand that I didn't want to talk. He didn't try to pressure me into it either. He waited a whole week before deciding to come over.

He had sent me a text every day, asking me to talk, but when I didn't respond, he left it at that. Until today that is. While laying in my bed, I heard the doorbell go off, making me snap out of the haze I was in. I slowly sat up picking my phone up to check the time. I had been daydreaming for half an hour. When checking the time I got caught in another daze, staring at my phone blankly. After a while it started ringing, snapping me back into reality.

"Hey, Winwinnie. Can you let me in?" Yuta's voice called softly down the line. I gave him a small hum before ending the call.

I slowly climbed out the pit in which I had inhabited over the past week, making my way to the stairs before stumbling down them in a zombie sort of way. My body aching from head to toe. My eyes hurting because of the light which I had been hidden from for the week. I wiped my eyes, noticing the slight dampness that still surrounded them. I trudged towards the door, reaching my hand out as I stepped closer. I could feel the coldness from outside seeping through the small crack between the door and the frame. I placed my hand on the cold handle, slowly pushing it down and pulling the door towards myself.

As a mixture of light and cold air hit my body, I could just about make out the body that stood just outside the house. As my eyes adjusted, I noticed the worried expression plastered to Yuta's face, the way he held his phone awkwardly in his hands.

"You look...rough. Can I come in?" He asked, his voice soft. I nodded before stepping out the way and allowing him to enter the warmth of my home. He stood awkwardly behind me as I closed the door. But when I turned to face him again, I broke down.

He instantly wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer to himself, "Hey, hey, hey. I know, I know, it's okay" He whispered as he soothingly, even without actually knowing what was wrong. He slowly rubbed up and down my back, knowing just how to calm me down in moments like this.

He slowly moved so we were both sat on the sofa, my head resting on his chest as he combed his hands through my hair. He didn't try to speak to me which I appreciated, I needed a moment before saying it out loud.

"My parents were meant to come down for a week during break, but they told me they won't be able to come until Christmas, next year. I haven't seen them in over a year. They didn't even come down for my birthday. Why do they hate me?" I spoke softly as I stared off into the distance. not daring to look at him, knowing I'd break down if I did.

"Hey, it's okay, they don't hate you. Nobody could hate you" He responded, placing a kiss on the top of my head.

"I'm pretty sure everyone hates me. I've ignored every single person who has even attempted to talk to me. I shut everyone out. Even you" I sniffled as a few tears decided to slide down my cheek.