it was hard at first. the regret was eating me as i catch glimpses of her stuffs inside my apartment. she didn't took any with her, she left by herself only. her scent was still present inside my bedroom. her favorite mug was still at the kitchen. the plants she bought me was dying, along with the withering roses she put on the vase by the window.
and so a week has passed. i knew it has already been seven days as i pass along the sidewalk of the university's west wing entrance where i can see her busking by the usual fountain park she dances when we were still together. eversince the day we broke up, i find her playing cello there, everyday at 6 pm. i would blend in with the crowd and secretly watch her, and she would catch a glimpse of me and before she realizes i was there, i hurry myself to leave.//
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2. white rose 》jeongmi
Historia CortaThis is a sequel. Please do not read without reading the first part of the story. First Part is titled "Black Swan".
