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“Is it… is it dead now?”

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❝please... your boyfriend might get jealous. i don’t wanna get in trouble.. and yes, i assumed you have one because as i’ve said, you’re gorgeous. it’s impossible that you’re not taken.❞

“what d’you expect from a girl who’s lost her will t’live for a few weeks?” 

she ran away. so what? why was everyone getting in her goddamn business? she ran away with a friend, hopped on his motorcycle and fled the city. she was gone for a few days, skipping school (as if she didn’t), rethinking her life as she sat on a rock-- skipping stones across the water while her head lay low. the friend pats her on the back, mumbling words she can’t unhear. these are the words that take her back to the musty streets of seoul. dylan should at least acknowledge the fact that she came back. hyejung didn’t take her phone, so once she slipped back into her apartment, the first thing she saw were the pile of papers scattered across the floor.

huh. weird. she left it clean before she left. they were written by friends and a few family members. she pushes the family members aside, knowing that her father contacted them just for a pity plea. for people to feel sorry that he’s lost his mother, his son’s in the army, and now his daughter’s missing. tragic. only rolling her eyes, her fingers brush along the edges of different sized papers. people were old-fashioned, it fascinated her. they were genuinely worried. they were dated. they kept coming back to make sure she was okay, though she wasn’t. she knew she spied some of dylan’s handwriting on some, so she kept them in the back since she didn’t want to tear up for being missed. it would be weak for her to do so.

“then why hang with them? idiot.” she scoffs, flicking her friend’s forehead for not listening to her. “i told ya they’re rotten apples. even more rotten than me. they’ve decomposed. they don’t understand that people are the way that they are. they want you t’change so y’can fit in. thing is, you’re not gonna like the way they mold ya.” she talks as if it was through experience. for hyejung, she changed for the better. she changed so that people wouldn’t ruin the best of her, so that people wouldn’t fuck her over. there’s an awkward pat on dylan’s back, shaking her head once more.

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Yes, Dylan? What’s up?

Wanted she to reply? No, of course not. It would be sad to say that she wasn’t eating the other’s cake because it was awful. Awful wasn’t even enough to describe how her friend could barely cook. But she wasn’t going to admit it, of course not. Maybe she wasn’t going to admit it. Even if she did want to. 

Dylan had asked her to come taste her food because she had a crush she wanted to cook for. They had so much fun while sitting and chatting but now, it was the moment of truth and God how bad she cooked. Or maybe baking wasn’t her talent. Or that cake was just the only one who hadn’t been good. Marie, kindly enough, wanted to believe it was the last option.

But God forbid how Marie was too honest sometimes.