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A story about a girl that finally finds the will to live after years of being tormented by her ruthless past, just to have it reach to her once more, coming back with the same intensity of cruelty and terror and once again erasing her just bui...
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CHAPTER 17 —————
The older you get the faster the time goes by.
Days were passing by unnoticeably fast and Taeyong and the rest should have come by now. Though I didn’t know when exactly they'd come back, one week had already passed since we all went to Tokyo together, by now they should've taken care of the traitors and everything else and come back home.
I, on the other hand, besides wondering when would they arrive, was sitting on the balcony of my room watching as the sky turns purple while the sun had already set and I had nothing better to do except think my life choices over and over again like a never ending spinning wheel.
These days I talked to Jaemin, Jeno and Renjun on minimum. I didn’t talk to Jaemin even if he talked to me, he didn’t deserve my attention after playing me like that. If I wasn’t mad when he found out and threatened me because it was all my fault, now I was pissed. Way too pissed to even stand around him.
Instead I had put my mind to something else, or someone else. A new toy I planned to play and hurt instead of Jaemin, since obviously I wasn’t doing good with him and my plan failed long ago.
Sunwoo— he seemed like a nice guy and I actually got along with him pretty well in only a few days. He was friendly and easy-going, a social butterfly. He didn’t look like he had a best friend or a group of friends he hanged around with constantly, he talked to everyone, he knew so many people around the school and never looked lonely. But being the alpha male in a group of girl friends seemed to be his favourite role— a typical playboy. And I hated those.
Whenever I was gathered with Yeji and the girls he would at least come visit, flirt with every single girl around him like all of us were his something, crack a joke or two and leave, leaving at least few of the girls go on with talks about how handsome he was and they liked him already, wishing to date him even despite knowing they would end up falling for him and getting broken in the end.
I tried my best not to roll my eyes skywards at their naivety everytime it happened and now that I thought of it and was alone I could freely roll them if the knock on my door didn’t stop me. Now I could roll my eyes with a different reason, someone was bothering me. “Come in!!” I yelled obviously annoyed and disliking whoever knocked, too lazy to move my legs from the fence of the balcony that I had crossed one above the other.
“Dinner’s ready, shorty!” I spun around once the footsteps I heard from the inside of my room reached the balcony. I glared deadly at the blondie that only kept on smirking at me teasingly. There couldn’t be a day without him pissing me off with the variety of nicknames he had gave me through the years.
