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❝ Besides if you didn't want me to, then all you could've done was ignore my presence, ❞
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"Hey!" He said, grabbing ahold of her arm. He turned her around and stared at her in confusion.
"What do you need?" She asked, avoiding eye contact.
"What's wrong with you? Why did you always leave like that?!" He asked, staring at her with furrowed eyebrows.
"Nothing! Nothing is wrong!" She shouted, jerking her arm away from him. "Can't I leave because I don't feel like hanging out?!"
"You always do this! Every time he comes with us," He asked, getting angry. "Why are you acting like this?!"
"Because..." She said, taking a breath. He stood there with his eyebrows raised.
"Because I like you!" She shouted, bursting out. Her eyes widened. She raised her hand to her mouth. She couldn't believe what she told him. 'It's over...'
"I-" He said, taken aback. He bit his bottom lip, trying to figure out what to say. He frowned, looking down in guilt. "You see..."
"I know..." She said in a defeated voice.
"I'm sorry," He said softly. He stepped forward to pull her into a hug.
She took a step back, shaking her head. "Don't... it's okay, go back to him."
She turned her back towards him, letting her tears fall. In a choked-up voice, she said, "Goodbye, Xiaojun."
She lifted her hand towards her mouth, preventing herself from sobbing as she walked off.
The boy stared at her in guilt as she walked away. He watched her figure disappear from the corner. He stepped forward to follow after her but stopped when he heard someone calling. He turned around and smiled weakly at his boyfriend.
She peered around the corner to watch him hug his boyfriend. She glanced down as her tears continued to fall. She leaned against the wall and then slid down. She pulled her legs towards her chest and rested her chin on it, sobbing into her hands.
"I'm so stupid," She said, leaning her head back as she closed her eyes. "Why did I have to say that?" She groaned and slumped her head against her knee.
'Stupid feelings...' She pouted as the tears continued to roll down her cheeks. The strangers around her either judged her, pitied her, or didn't care. There was only one who was brave enough to approach the young girl.
"Hey... are you okay?"
She looked up and saw a handkerchief in front of her face. She shifted her eyes higher, making eye contact with the owner. He had fluffy black hair and soft dark brown eyes that held sympathy in them.
"Clearly not," She remarked, wiping her tears. He chuckled at her reply and held her hand. He placed the handkerchief in her palm. Her tears came to a sudden stop, and she stared at him in confusion.
"W-why are you giving me this?" She asked with a sniff. He sat next to her and gave her a small smile. 'Why is he sitting here...'
"Because... you're crying," He said, shifting his stare to the sky.
"But- you don't even know me..." She said, staring at the handkerchief.
"I don't need to know you to be nice to you," He said, glancing at her. "I couldn't just sit here and watch you like that."
"I don't know what you're going through, but you'll heal. Everyone always does. Hurting is just another stage in life that we all must go through—but after—there's healing." She stared at him as she tried to process his words.
"Why are you comforting me?" She asked with furrowed eyebrows. "You don't need to."
"My mom told me that I should comfort someone who's hurting inside because my small act of kindness could mean a lot to them," He said, smiling. He got up and dusted his pants.
"Besides, if you didn't want me to, then all you could've done was ignore my presence." He waved and then walked away from her. She blinked back, baffled.
"Hey, wait!Your handkerchief!" She said as she realized she still had the piece of cloth in her hand. She stood up quickly and ran after him.
He took a glance at her and said, "Keep it. You seem to need it more than I do."
"No, it's okay! Please, take it," She said, running after him. "I don't even know if I'll be able to give it back."
He walked into the crowd of people crossing the street. She followed after him, only to lose sight of him. She sighed in defeat when she couldn't stop the cute mysterious boy. She looked down at the handkerchief with wide eyes. It had small stitches on the bottom right corner. 'hrj'
"His initials?" She asked herself, rubbing her thumb over it. Her attention was caught by the mysterious boy and she failed to notice her tears had dried up. She didn't realize that meeting that stranger helped her, and somehow she slowly forgot about her broken heart.
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hii, welcome to handkerchief !!
this is a short story that I wrote not too long ago and I hope you guys like it!
