Mingyu Shorts

Far Away

Maybe I'm not lost, just very far away from where you are.

"How dramatic," Mingyu quipped as he read over your shoulder, watching you drag the tip of the highlighter across the sentence.

You rolled your eyes and shut your now finished book, "Of course you would think so."

He huffed in response and walked around the couch, plopping down on the worn cushions. Mingyu holds out his hand, gesturing for her to hand him the book, so she does. His fingers ghost the corners of the pages as he flips through them quickly. About fifty pages deep, he stops on another randomly highlighted portion.

She leans over a bit, as she realizes which paragraph he stopped on her face flushes in an insecure embarrassment.

And who would love a fat girl like people do skinny girls? No one wants to hold on to all the extra weight. Hell, I don't even want to hold on to it! That's it though, isn't it? How could I really want him to love me when I can't even love myself. Becca shakes her head and looks over at the handsome boy beside her deciding then and there that she would enjoy this while she still had it. Before Zack remembered that he could do better, before he fell for someone more like Heather.

Mingyu read the words over and over again. Each time they left a sour taste in his mouth. Without warning, he slammed the book shut and threw it on to the coffee table in front of them, the tips of his ears red with anger, "You highlight the shit you like, right? The shit you feel like you can relate to?"

She didn't respond as her gaze dropped to her hands that were now clamped together tightly in her lap. Mingyu inhaled harshly, trying to calm himself, his eyes fixed forwards.

"You think you relate to that," he asks, but it comes out sounding more like a statement.

The silence grows larger, the gap between them widens, "Why won't you ever trust me to love you forever?"

His question hangs in the air above the cavern she dug between them, as he stands up from the couch and heads toward his bedroom.