› ✶ 𝗔 𝗕 𝗢 𝗨 𝗧 𝗢 𝗨 𝗥 𝗟 𝗢 𝗩 𝗘 𓈈 〻 ⾦
"Y/N why you aren't asleep?"
"It's hard to sleep when you are at a war with yourself..."
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If you heard anyone...
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Sighing for the nth time over the phone which was pressed on her ear, Y/N cursed her best friend silently.
"You know I heard that, right?" Sham said.
"Yes, and I'm glad. I'm not coming, Sham, you exactly know why I deny." Y/N said, sounding troubled, but her stubborn friend didn't give a shit about it at all.
"Look Y/N! It'll be fun, you're coming with us!" Sham whined, her loud yet soft voice almost tearing Y/N's eardrums apart.
That was when Y/N lost her control over her temper. She hated when someone forced her over something she didn't want. She wanted to go to that vacation her best friend was talking about, but she couldn't. "Park Sham..." She said, her voice low but angry.
"I know, I know! You're angry because you're calling me by my full name! But as much as it's scary, you're still coming with us! End of conversation! Byeeee my bee! Love you!" And she hung up before Y/N could say anything.
She sighed yet again as she put her phone on her small - broken-down bed. It made some annoying sound as she stood up, walking towards the worn outdoor of her room, exiting through it.
Once she stepped into the small living room which only had a small brown leather couch, with her mother's iron bed, she smiled, seeing her mother sitting on her bed, reading a book.
"Mom..." She called her mother with her sweet voice, walking towards her, then sitting on her bed. Her Mom put the book down and stretched a smile as long as her weakness let her.
"Baby... What's wrong?" Her mother asked her, taking her daughter's hand in hers.
Y/N was surprised at first, her mother was good at reading her. She right away knew that something is making her struggle. "No nothing... How are you feeling?" She quickly changed the subject.
"I'm good, love." She stroked her daughter's hand which was in hers. "Tell me what's wrong."
She always found it amazing how all mothers could know whether their children are sad or not, have a problem or are struggling. They are the ones who gave life to the baby, after all, the baby is a part of their body.
They always could sense the feelings.
And that was one of the reasons Y/N always loved to be a Mother. A good one just like hers.
"There's this vacation sham and the other friends have set up-"
"And you're stubborn enough to say that I'm not coming because of me, right?" Her mother asked her. Y/N chuckled awkwardly and looked down.
"Of course I'm not going Angle," She answered.
The mom just got sadder by that.
Why would her daughter had to be so stubborn? Why would she always sacrifice her happiness just because her mother was sick?
