scenario//Renjun
808 Words
Just Friends
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We were friends since kindergarten. Since we were 2, to be exact. We did everything together. We went to the same school, had similar interests, she even moved to Korea with me so I don't feel lonely. She's so sweet and kind. I think I like her. No. Wait. I know I like her. I think I love her. We've been friends for over 10 years now. I basically know every single thing about her. She likes Moomin and drawing pretty things, she wants to be a singer one day and that's why she trains at SM, she smells like honey and roses, she's afraid of dark and loud noises. Her favorite colors are pastels especially pink, blue and purple. She is allergic to some flowers and she doesn't like pickles. It's very simple. I know everything about her and she knows everything about me. She just doesn't seem interested in me. Since we moved to Korea we don't see each other as much as we used to in China. I miss seeing her every day. Now we see every weekend for an hour or two before she has to go back home. I miss her smile. I miss how she used to break everything she touches. I think she touched my heart and accidentally broke it. I miss everything about her. When I see her she seems sad and depressed. She doesn't break every single thing she touches anymore. Every night I ask myself these questions:
"Was it wrong to bring her here with me?"
"Why is she so sad?"
"Why is she always so busy?"
"Is it my fault?"
These questions keep repeating in my head. Over and over again. It's driving me crazy. I can't help but cry sometimes. Cry remembering all that moments, bad and good, funny and boring. I cry remembering how we said we won't let each other go no matter what happens and here we are, we stopped talking. I cry because of a bracelet she gave me when we were 7. We have matching ones. She said that's a symbol of our friendship. I want to cry every time I see it.
"Why did I have to go to Korea?"
"Why did I have to become a kpop idol?"
"I'm not that good at what I do"
"Why did I have to move?"
"Why did I break a 15 year old friendship?"
I should see her for one last time.
Y/N's POV
Sometimes, truth can be hurtful. Words can be cruel and your actions can reflect on others. Renjun and me. Friends since we were 2 years old. We promised we would never let go of each other. Well that was in China. Everythings different now. He's an idol and many girls are crazy for him. We don't talk anymore. I think I love him but I have to move on. There are many pretty girls who would die for him. They are prettier than me. I'm sure he found someone in the bunch of screaming girls. I start to cry.
"Buzz Buzz Tic Tok"
My phone rang. I lift my head from the pillow and grab my phone.
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