â Hm. â Leaned against the fence like structure surrounding the roofâs top, watching people pass by down to their feet; most importantly, watching brother and his annoying music teacher speak to each other. He seems so happy, he looks at her the way she had always hoped for â it should be her down there with him, not the fellow teacher. It shouldâve been her, but instead sheâs up here succumbing to her own sadness. â IÂ never trusted her to begin with. Why do you like her so much? Why does .. he like her so much? What does she have that I donât? â Desperate sigh escapes her lips, gaze averting to direct her full attention to Yejun. Lillith simply didnât understand what was so great about the older female, why did everyone seem to lust after her? Why was SHE so special? The thought of never being the object of brothers desire eventually brought tears to her eyes, it always did. It was so painful, loveâs painful, itâs unfair.
no one should insult her. ESPECIALLY not the person he replaced her with and usually yejun would argue but today had been one of those days. today the asshole walked a bit closer to her than usually; their waves of laughter echoed a bit louder ( or maybe it just seemed that way to him ) and the happiness in their eyes just shone a bit too brightly. It was nauseating. â shut up. â his retort was weak and he was slowly turning away from her; from them. yejun could only copy lillithâs sigh as he looked up at the sky; hands stuffed inside his pockets. it all seemed to be against him today -- the weather was great too. a clear sky with no clouds in sight. what if they would go out on a date today? why didnât she see what a goddamn LOSER he was?
but instead of asking, even more, questions he was brought back straight to reality -- when he looked to his side and saw the tears threatening to fall down his girlfriendâs cheeks. yet another small sigh left his lips as he gently brought his hand up to what he wished to be her cheek. â donât look if it hurts you this much. â