#yhsan

yiseul places the bag of leftovers on the plastic table, taking a moment to tie her long locks until a messy ponytail, obviously the running around had left her a bit heated, “ but there was so many choices for food, i need to write up thoughts up as soon as possible! i should have brought my laptop.” yes, if one were to look into the writer’s past they would see anytime she got too excited about an assignment, she would overwork herself into a jumble of words ( much like right now ). 

     she had not told anyone about her parents. everyone she knew it town was either too close, or too much of a stranger. there were already friendships that she felt uncomfortable bringing sadness to, and there were others that were far too new to handle the weight of her situation. this random guy, though, who was kind enough to listen to her, he was perfect. he was an acquaintance at best, a possible ally, or someone she could never meet again.      “so. . . yeah, i haven’t told my parents yet. i really should, but, ah, it’s just. . . ya’ know when you, like, totally wait too long to answer a text? and then it’s, like, three days later and you’re like totally freaked out by the idea of saying something back and- like, it’s like you lost your window of opportunity. it feels like that. . . i feel like i can’t really tell them.”      she pressed her lips together. she stared down, down, down. then, her head snapped up and her eyes were lit.      “but! i think i can, just, like, maybe live here forever? like- kuh,” she scoffed, “i mean, they totally don’t need to come see my apartment and stuff, right? i can just be a runaway forever!”

#pyar #yhsan #nafrat #dushmni Jo chaho wo kr lo mujse, apki kasam bhi doguna hokr milega 😎😎