From a butterfly to a butterfly, it was somehow hard to believe that two kids could be so love foolish. Falling in love at first sight, maybe love wasn't as dreamy as it seemed. After all, with the crap they've been through, the two ex-lovers will a...
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"LOVING YOU WASN'T WHAT I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE."
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JANUARY 14, 2014 — 18:54 PM
Tying up my hair, I shot the basketball up. It flew off the rim, causing me to clench my fists. Clearing my throat as I jogged up to the ball, I shot from where I was. It still didn't go in.
I have concluded that I fucking suck and sports and will never try to impress anyone again. Fuck this sport, fuck basketball, fuck all this shit. Fuck Beom—
No, Beomgyu is a good person. I still can't get what Kai said to me a few weeks ago out of my damn head. I've been trying not to dodge Beomgyu, but every time I saw him, the danger sign on his head started to blink. It pained me to know that I'd be taking this risk to stay around him—but I'd possibly be hurting myself in the process.
It all felt like bullshit—but I'd take that bullshit and throw it as far as I could just to catch it on the other side. It was like playing a catch game, only with myself. I had spiraled and spiraled but got nowhere.
Hitting the concrete out of frustration with the basketball, I cussed under my breath. Nothing was working out for me. We had gone back to school today—but I forgot to do my history homework. So, on top of that, I had to do over ten pages of textbook shit. Now, I'm here under the streetlight, trying to score a shot in the basket hoop.
I haven't seen Beomgyu in days—especially because I didn't have my usual English today. That means I'd have to wait until tomorrow to see him—and I don't know if I'll be able to control myself when I see him at the window again. I missed him so much, and even with the multiple hangouts, I was deprived of seeing him a lot.
It's the new year, and I haven't seen Beomgyu. Fucking sucks.
"Fuck this," I groaned, throwing the ball at the fence. It resounded at the clash, my legs instantly falling to the floor in a squat. I held my head, probably aware that I'm fucking losing it. "I fucking hate basketball."
"Don't say that," Someone commented—and at this point, I'm not even surprised that it's Beomgyu. He always came at the best times, but also the worst. "You disrespect me the moment you disrespect the sport I play."
