Do you remember?
How you were the first to not receive my apology.
Art class came around again. I arrived early.
Those small neat words of yours were still engraved onto the back of my notebook. I found myself to be repeating your name in my head every time I glanced past them.
You walked into the classroom, seeming to be looking for something. When you saw me sitting at the back alone, you approached.
I was still staring at those little words on my notebook.
"Park Jimin." I mouthed out silently.
"Hmm?" Your soft hum followed.
I heard you breathing right in front of me. I look up but stop when I found your eyes staring directly at me.
You had grabbed a chair and sat opposite me. Your head leaned on your crossed arms right on my desk.
I covered your name, pulling the notebook towards my hands.
You smiled at me.
I distracted myself from you. I continued sketching.
My name rolled off your tongue.
I looked across at you.
"I'm going. Bye." You grinned, giving me that eye smile of yours.
My fingers clutched my pencil tight as I flipped my notebook open. I started writing on a new white page.
Perhaps you thought I was sketching, so you stood up. When I finished writing, you were already gone.
I placed my notebook down on my desk. It was a little too late anyway.
I don't think I've ever rubbed those words out.
"I'm sorry for saying those words the other day."
