❝some memories never
leave your bones. Like
salt in sea; they become
a part of you❞
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17. the age where you make
colorful memories with
people you cherish, have
clashes with those people,
misunderstand them.
Nevertheless they're...
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╔══════════════╗ 13 March, 2021 ╚══════════════╝
A buzzing sound reached my ear as I groaned. I rubbed my eyes as I moved my hand until I felt a raised surface and grasped it tightly.
"I swear if it's something useless." I mumbled in groggy voice, angry as that someone had disrupted my sleep.
"Hello! Hello? Noona?! Thank god you picked up!" I heard Jeongin's voice.
"Noona are you ok?! Where are you?! I called you for like thousand times! I thought you got kidnapped or something." He said as I bolted up.
"I'm..... " I looked around as I saw I was still in the office. "I'm still in the office."
"What?!"
"I dozed off..." I said, holding my head.
"You made me so wo--"
"I'll talk to you later." I said as I hanged up.
"What the fuck?" I stomped. "How can I doze off?! I'm crazy!"
"What's the time? What's the time?" I panicked, looking at my wrist.
"Where is that fucking watch?" I shouted, scurrying through the things on my desk. I finally found it placed neatly at the end of the table.
6:30 AM.
"I'm dead meat." I sighed as I looked at a laptop screen. "Wait.... The work's complete?" I creased my brows.
"I completed it all?" I mumbled as I sat down on my chair. I looked over my shoulder to see a coat laying on the ground. I picked it up, glancing at it questionably.
I shook my head, placing the coat away and tying my hair up. I printed out the papers, placing them in a file neatly. I strutted towards Chan's office, opening the door and placing the file on his messy desk. I wrote a note and stuck it on top of the file. I turned to walk away when a book fell open, down on the ground. I groaned, picking it up.
|10.10.15|
dear diary,
Wait.... diary? I thought.
I feel sick. I feel sick to the stomach. I didn't want to do it. I wished I didn't do it. I want this all to be a dream. Wake me up please. I don't want to leave her. I don't want--
"What are you doing?!" Someone growled as the diary was pulled from my hand. I turned around to meet a furious Chan. The first few buttons of his shirt were open, his black hair were all messy and his eyes were burning with anger. I noticed his clothes were same as they were yesterday.
