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Two days into learning how to skateboard, she had already given up. Complaining that her legs hurt, she looked tacky in the kneepads and finally just admitting that she wanted to instantly be good at it.

That was her though, always giving up on things that she genuinely wanted. Mingyu scolded her, saying that she would never be great at anything if she kept dropping each project she started to get good at. She shrugged him off and suggested that they go get sushi. So they did.

An hour and a half later they were sat on the edge of a mountain, watching the sunset, and eating California rolls with their fingers. Using the skateboard as a makeshift table.

Just a simple, insignificant moment, that made her smile every time the sky painted itself the same shades of purple and orange that she saw that evening on the cliff. Every thought always came back to him. Any skateboard, any purple and orange sky, any pair of hands trailing across her skin, any man whispering sweet nothing into her ear. They always come back to Mingyu.

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