"Isaac?"
"Isaac? Is he absent?" our homeroom teacher called out.
I was not in the room.
"Ms lee?"
"Ms lee? I guess we wont have any introductions today as our two new students did not show up!"
It was a lie.
As the class laughed happily,
I was on top of Eun Jung in the Janitor's room.
"Wait-" Eun Jung said as she pushed on my chest.
"Whats wrong?" I asked.
"Shouldn't we be in class right now?" She said as she stood up slightly.
I held her small body in my arms.
"Who cares?" I said as I kissed her passionately.
Her back slammed onto the pile of yoga mats as I ripped off my shirt.
I stopped for a second.
I stood up and left her lying on the mats breathing heavily.
I ran up to the light switch,
I turned it off.
It was pitch black.
I jumped onto her with no hesitation.
Was it lust?
It was passionate and yet,
It felt like the last time we would ever be together.
I looked at her eyes one last time before I completely lost control.
Tears were falling from her eyes like there was no more tomorrow.
Why?
Whats wrong?
Those two questions popped in my head.
I did not stop.
I pulled her hair back,
I used her body.
I ignored her emotions to give pleasure to my own body.
-1 HOUR LATER-
I sat back down onto my seat in class.
I looked behind me,
Eun Jae's seat was empty.
I looked towards the window that showed a bright sun that encapsulated the entire highschool building.
-ONE YEAR LATER-
I heard the window crack open before i lost consciousness.
A small yet warm feeling covered my face.
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What More Could I do
عاطفيةA story of unrequited love, longing, passion, and desire of teenagers in this slowly decaying world.