Chapter 1 (1/1)
A/N: Hey guys! I edited the first chapter...again. It's totally different, but I actually really like this one. I'm finally happy with how this turned out, so now the story will go on. I hope you guys enjoy! “You don’t remember what happened. What you remember becomes what happened.” – John Green, An Abundance of Katherines Chapter 1There are moments in life where I wonder what made me love him as much as I did. I could make a list of all his flaws and still love him more than anything in the world. It was crazy, stupid and yet, I still longed for his embrace at the end of the day. This wasn’t good. It wasn’t good at all. I knew I was being irrational every time I thought about him, but I guess that made me irrational all the time.Her figure stood like a tree, her eyes no longer reflecting the light shining down on us.“I broke up with him today.”First came the statement, then the reasoning. A class essay about Romeo and Juliet, one of my lovers sprung from a cute coffee date or meeting through friends. Or some other cliché modern twist.“He told me that he was expecting it.”We all do. But did we? I didn’t, but at the same time I knew I should’ve. It was so obvious. Before we broke up, we fought a lot. It was unhealthy and to this day, I don’t think I’ve faced that truth. Whenever I think about him, my mind reverts to how his hands fit into mine. No, it wasn’t perfect, but I loved running my thumb along his scar and observing him, loving him, touching him. It was all so amazing and I lost it. Just. Like. That. “Oh Micha,” I sighed, my hand resting on the curve of her back. Half of me didn’t know what to say, the other half knew that no words could explain or help the situation. Micha was one of my closet friends and she and her boyfriend have dated for two years. “I don’t get it,” she said, “He said he’s never found a girl like me before and that he wouldn’t love anyone as much as he loved me.” “When did he say that?” “Right after I told him I wanted to break up!” her voice cracked. I felt my heart swindle. “Oh Micha,” I said again. She sniffed into her shirt and shook her head, “It’s stupid, and we need to get to class.” I reached out, but she was already on her way. Her feet vibrated as if it mimicked the uneven heaving of distraught. I sat there, watching her go. His name was Park Chanyeol. I wish I could describe him to you, but I don’t think my description would match up to what he is now. He changed. I scribbled down the words on the board, but it seemed to blur in my sight. God, I don’t think class could’ve been any more boring. I glanced up at the clock and then down at Micha who sat across the room from me. No one knew the break up happened and if you were to stare at her pale complexion and slow face, she looked fine. She looked up and met my eyes, her lips curving up into a sad smile. It was going to be like that for a while. I just hope she has someone there for her unlike how I was. “Alright class, I think that’s all the time we have for today,” Mr. Lee smiled, clapping his hands, “Wasn’t that a successful day?” “Yeah,” someone said sarcastically. The rest of us laugh. Mr. Lee made a hurt expression, “Well Onew, that’s not that polite. I hope you guys come into class with a better attitude. I come here to teach and make school enjoyable for you guys so-“ The bell rang before he could continue. I was really glad because even if Mr. Lee was a really nice person, avoiding his rants was one of the most known tips spread around the students at school. I was packing my things when I found Mr. Lee smiling at me. I smiled back. “Hello Yunseo