"Do you feel anything?"
Yana's eyesight blurred and a flashback came to her.
Flashback:
Terrance grabbed her chin and leaned in. "So if I did this would you feel anything?"
Yana's heart sped up, but she just laughed it off. "Terrance this isn't funny." Yana grabbed his hand off of her and smirked "You won't make me fall for you."
Yana grabbed his hand and harshly pushed him away with a glare she said "Just leave me alone. Ok?" "Why?" "I said go." Terrance sighed. "We'll talk on monday." He left.
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Monday 12am"Meet me infront of the rooftop lecture room." Yana turned her head, and looked up at Terrance. "I told you to leave me alone." Terrance crouched down to her level as she was lying on her desk. "I told you we'd talk on monday." Yana held her head and closed her eyes. She felt a hand on her shoulder. "Yana are you alright?" It was Yungso. "I'm fine. I just...I'm going out for lunch." Yana stood up and took her bag. Terrance and Yungso walked her leave once the bell rang for lunch.
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Yana went to the park and cried. She covered her face from the world. Why was she still hurt? What was she crying for? It had been 3 years but she wasn't ok. He made her feel loved for the first time in a long time 3 years ago and when she saw him with that girl, she felt like someone else she'd loved had died and until now she was hurt when she thought she'd finally gotten over it.
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Yana decided to go to the rooftop before lunch. She couldn't keep herself from going.
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"THEN WHY WE'RE YOU WITH HER?! YOU SEE TERRANCE....." Yana beat herself up. "I want to believe you! But it doesn't make any sense!!" Yana went on her knees. "YOU KEEP SAYING THE SAME THING YOU SAID THAT DAY!" Terrance went up to her feeling like the past was repeating itself. "Yana hear me out.... please.. " Yana yelled. "I DID, I did.... I really did..." Her head was down now, and the bell rang to go back to class but they didn't care. "Give me another chance..." Yana groaned in anger. "I gave you.... so.... many.... chances... Terrance.. I was tired of forgiving you." Yana hit her head on the brick wall. Terrance grabbed Yana and turned her around, grabbing her from the shoulders. "YANA!" Yana looked up at him, her blood, sweat, and tears pouring down her cheeks. "I'm not like that anymore. I've only been yours..." "YOU SAID THAT LAST TIME TOO! But you still cheated on me, more times than I can count!" It began to rain and Yana kept yelling.
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"Marco, I think we should go to the rooftop. Something doesn't feel right..." Marco raised an eyebrow at him. "You know your right. Yana never skips, and Terrance said he would meet Yana at the rooftop. We should go." Ellie sighed. "I'm not coming. I bet their fine." She chuckled. Yungso rolled his eyes and Marco said "Yungso let's go." The two stood up and walked out of the class with umbrellas."Should we go in now?" The two watched them yell at each other from a distance. Yungso shook his head. "I think they both need to talk." Marco sighed and said. "but she hit herself on the wall, what if something worse happens?" Yungso gulped. "I trust that Terrance will take care of her. You know more than I do. She really loves Yana." Marco shrugged. "Let's stay here and watch. So we can step in if something happens." "It's raining though." Marco raises an eyebrow. "I don't care."
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"Terrance.... what more do you have to explain!? If you can't!" "Yana, please... your the only one I want..." Yana's heart broke again and pushed Terrance away. "I can't believe you anymore." Yana ran away. "YANA!" Terrance yelled out for her. Marco put a hand on his shoulder. "Chase after her. Me and Yungso will follow." Terrance took a deep breath and followed Yana.
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Romance" I want to fall in love again.... But never again with you " She cried.