"The scars you left on me..."
"They are so fucking beautiful"
When highschool sweet hearts Jimin and Byeol work through thick and thin to be together. Overcoming their hardships and working out their young love, it isn't easy.
The distance between...
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𝓟𝓾𝓼𝓱 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓹𝓾𝓵𝓵 ☹☻☹☻☹
I ran to the first toilet rooms I came across and threw up. Threw up every last bit of everything left in my guts. It's probably empty but it still felt like someone is twisting my insides and pulling the void out.
I tried not to fall by gripping the toilet seat. It's disgusting to touch but it's the only support that won't let me fall off. I tried to suppress the feel to puke and got out. I was feeling dizzy. I just wanted my bed.
"Hey!"
I cursed under my breathe. I wanted to be alone now. I didn't want anyone to see how much of a mess I was at the moment. I turned around to face Bomi.
"Are you okay?" Her bright face turned lost it's smile the moment I turned.
"Not really. I'm leaving for the day," I said and turned around to leave.
"Did you meet him? Oh I'll come with you till your dorms," she said catching up with me. I wished she didn't.
"No, I didn't go," I said sharply.
"What!"
"Not now Bomi, we will talk this later or never."
She stopped in her tracks. I didn't have energy or interest to answer any of her questions now. Given that Bomi asks millions.
"What is your problem?" She asked with a face I never saw before. Her eyes filled with anger her usually bright face looked dark.
"Excuse me?"
"What is your problem? I never pushed because you said you never hated him and you are not an anti but seems like it's other way. You really are an anti in disguise. You hate him to the core. At this point I won't even care if you are my friend or not," She said still furrowing her brows.
"I don't have any purpose or I'm neither bound to prove you anything. I've already told you I don't have anything against him. You should stop fucking rubbing your bitching fan girl theory over me," I said sternly.
"As if," she tsked.
I didn't reply but turned around and walked away.
"Consider yourself alone from today. You lost a friend," she said. It hit me hard. So hard. I inhaled audibly and turned around.
"Thanks, even I don't want to friends with people who rub their opinions on others and want them to be like the way they want them to be. Also don't want to be around people who live over fake facts other than actually understanding things."
