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The Exchange Student.

The Exchange Student.

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Ever since I saw Kim Geonho walk into our classroom with his chunky glasses and his cute braces I just knew we were meant to be. I was his guardian and was always there for him and would always stand up for him. we were the best of friends until one day Geonho had to return to South Korea and I never saw him again.. After a couple of years, the memories I had with Geonho slowly faded away until I one day received an unknown phone call from South Korea.
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Another tear fell from his eyes, rolling down the constellations on his freckle-dusted cheeks to add to the small puddles at his feet. Those eyes, the beautiful hazel eyes that I had fallen in love with, were empty of their stars. As his breath hitched on another sob and he bit his trembling lower lip, I realized that I had done that to him; I had stripped his eyes of the stars that sparkled in them whenever he saw me, I had ruined what he felt - what we both felt towards each other. I had hurt him, and I wanted so badly to tell him why. I wanted to tell him everything, but that would hurt him even more. That would 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘺 him. So I had to leave it at that. A broken promise. A broken heart. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 heart, which he so willingly gave to me that night on the rooftop - no, even before that, the night on top of the Ferris Wheel, when we thought we were on top of the world. He raked a shaking hand through his hair as his body, vulnerable, trembling as he sobbed, slid down the wall to sit on the floor. Giving me his heart was a mistake, and as I gazed down at the broken pieces shattered on the floor around me, I knew it wasn't because he was naive, too sweet, too easily trusting. I knew it was a mistake because of 𝘮𝘦.

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