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I hate the library. It reminded me of the first time I met him. I don't want to remember it...
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He sat by the window, next to the sunset. It's also the same place where we had our first kiss.
I watched him from afar as he read a book. I never knew what book it was, but it was a book usually about love.
It was around midterms, so I had to chance to ask if I could sit across of him.
"Hey, can I sit here?" I asked.
"Of course," he replied, his sun-kissed skin, so soft I wanted to touch it. I begun to study for my midterm exams, staring at him occasionally. I got to be close with him afterwards, he was a cute boy, and accepted the fact that I was gay.
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But then he stopped coming. I continued to wait, and wait. That's when he died. I wasn't there. He never told me. I would tear up everytime I saw that library. I would do the same, looking at his grave stone.
He had a hard time with it.
"Mark, it's only a library, come on," Johnny said.
"But, I can't!!! It reminds me too much of him!!!" Mark whined with tears falling off of his glossy eyes.
"Mark... if you don't get over it, you will always live with a fear of libraries and graveyards," Johnny spoke. Mark stayed quiet, then he nodded. He walked inside into the ac room, he missed that feeling. He walked inside, stared at the chair he used to sit.
But, it was occupied with a boy, similar looking to the boy he once loved.
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Mark finally gathered up the courage to go to Donghyuck's grave.
"I'm sorry, I wished I could've expressed how I felt about you," Mark muttered as tears fell down on the gravestone. He could feel Donghyuck stroking his head with a grin; constantly telling him not to mourn and be miserable.
"I guess I'll try to move on," Mark said with tears. He knew he couldn't stop his death, it was an unsolvable illness.
