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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"IT WAS GOOD MEETING YOU AGAIN."
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APRIL 22, 2021 — 12:46 PM
I just finished my second lecture of the day, which gave me time to take a quick smoke break. My next lecture will be in two hours, maybe because I didn't take many electives. I had stuck to my minor being English and Psychology, but my major is in architecture. Even I...wonder why I decided to choose it.
I stroll outside, tying my hair up as I pull out the solid yellow lighter. My cigarette box leaves my pocket, the wind blowing the dead flame closer to my cigarette. As I click down on the spark wheel, the flame comes back, lighting up the bundle of nicotine.
As I inhale it, I quickly exhale it. The march air reminded me well of Junior year—maybe because that was when everything was going alright. No other year could beat the year of 2016, probably because of all the pain yet fun I went through. It was quite interesting being the total bitch of the class—even the boy at the time called me a bitch in front of the school.
"You still smoke?" I hear, causing me to slowly turn the feminine tone's way. Kim Yena stands next to me, exhaling heavily as she brushes her hair back. "I thought you stopped after a year. Sucks that you still do it after over five years."
"Sucks to suck, but I'd prefer to suck than looking less intimidating than I already do," I reply aimlessly, sighing out. Turning her way, she glows as per always—and it's a surprise nobody has seen her real self at the dorms. We room together nowadays since my roommate is out of town—but she also hates me anyway. "Don't you have a technology lecture to get to?"
"I do, but that won't take me long to attend—" She checks the time on her phone, stuffing it back in her pocket. "Yeah, I'll be fine. How are you?"
"I'm doing the same as usual—living, breathing..."
"I know you're thinking the same as I am, Yang Yihwa," She kept a straight face, rolling her eyes. "Have you been to the garden?"
"No," I don't hesitate to hate talking about that shit, fixating my gaze on a passing car. "I haven't since 2017."
