(• February 7th, 2021 - 10:23 am •)

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Jihyo's POV

I say alone in my house, carefully counting my paychecks. Nowhere close to what I needed to stay in this house.

Right as I hid the money in a small box, someone started banging on my window. I turned to see Tzuyu with tears streaking down her cheeks.

I rushed over and opened the window.

"They're sending me away!" she sobbed.

"Woah, woah, Tzuyu, slow down," I said, pulling the girl into my window. "What's happening?"

"I'm going away," she said, wiping her cheeks, "My parents are sending me to conversion therapy."

My heart dropped. Conversation therapy? "Shit, Chewy," I held my head in my hands, "this is all my fault."

"No," she said, grabbing my hands, "it's not. Don't think like that."

I sighed, "When are you leaving?"

She shrugged, "I ran off before they got into the details."

We sat in silence. Neither of us knew what to say. We had already spent time apart before, and that was torture.

"Will I ever be able to see you again after tonight?" I whispered.

Tzuyu squeezed my hands. "I hope so."

"I love you," I said, tears streaking down my cheeks.

"I love you too."

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