Win Your Heart ( Mark / Mina )

WYH 12

3RD PERSON POV

"oh gosh, oh gosh, oh gosh..." Mark paced around his room, clearly looking nervous and panicked.

Mark wasn't like that all day, he was excellent until he received a text message from Mina asking to meet her at 2 pm. Mark's pulse suddenly quickened, leaving him frenzied.

He laid down on his bed, feeling dizzy from all the pacing around, and thought about what will happen when he and Mina met.

Will she accept his confession? Will she reject it? Will she laugh at him? Or maybe for the worst, end their friendship they just built?

"Stupid, stupid, stupid!" Mark said to himself, hitting his head on the process.

Of course, Mina will end their friendship. What even Is he thinking? They just became friends, and here he is trying to ruin it by liking her. Mark felt sadder as the time pass.

Should he still go? Mark asks himself as disappointment spread through him. He let out a deep sigh as he closes his eyes to let his thoughts drown him.

Ding

Mark's eyes immediately opened as he heard the sound of his notification.

"Let's meet at the park, okay? See you!" He read her message.

She sounds enthusiastic in her message, Mark observed. With that, a surge of hope went through him, replacing all the disappointment he felt earlier.

"She still hasn't responded yet, you still have a chance Mark lee, don't give up." He said to himself as he stands up to prepare himself to meet up with Mina.

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The birds are happily chirping, the trees are gracefully dancing, and the sun is brightly shining. But why does he feel like his end is coming? If this was a Science exam or a speech presentation, he wouldn't even be nervous, but this isn't a test nor a performance. It's his feelings that are on the line, and he's not quite sure if he's ready to fail this one.

He looks around as he reached their meeting spot to look for Mina, but she isn't there yet. Understandable. He was 5 minutes early. But when it's already 2, and she's hasn't arrived, he started to fidget on his seat.

It's 2:05, and she still hasn't arrived. Mark paced around the bench earning a few strange looks from the people that passed by him.

"Mark!" Someone shouted behind him. He turned around to face the owner of that voice that he knew all too well.

She was running towards him quickly, but he sees it differently. Looking at her run to him was like seeing a slow-mo scene in a romantic movie with the sun shining brightly at her face, and the only focus is her.