Thirteen
There Is Love For EveryoneBaekhyun’s POV
“Sharing memories about that one time we almost made it but ended up breaking each other’s hearts.”
I was already standing in front of Irene’s class and as I heard what she read, I knew it was not the right time to apologize. I felt bad, I really do. Deep down I knew that there were other ways for me to approach Chanyeol but I was blinded. I peeked through the door and Irene was just sitting down silently beside her best friend, Sehun.
As I was observing how Irene was doing, I could hear a female student’s voice calling my name. I turned my head to the back and saw a girl from F class who just got back from the toilet. As I turned my head back, I could see everyone inside the class including Irene noticed that I was standing in front of their class door.
“Do you need anything, Baekhyun?” The teacher asked.
Everyone inside the class started to whisper to each other and I could see Irene rolled her eyes and looked away. She was annoyed, she was hurt.
“N-No,Sir. I was just passing by.”
The teacher nodded and smiled. I bowed my head and made my way back to my class. As I was walking along the hallway, I felt ashamed.
“Why did I do that!” I exclaimed while I slapped myself to gather my sanity and senses back.
I knew I'd done something pretty awful when I had to work so hard to justify it. The more demanding the reparations my subconscious required the worse I knew it was. The guilt sat on both my chest and inside my brain. What I had done that I could not un-do.
“Baekhyun.”
I stopped my steps as I heard a familiar voice calling out for my name. I looked back and Irene was standing a few meters away from me.
“Irene?” I looked at her in disbelief.
She didn’t give an answer, instead, she walked away heading to the storage room. Without wasting another minute, I knew I had to catch her footsteps. I walked right behind her following her to the storage room.
It was quiet. Everyone was still inside their own classes. There were only Irene and me, inside the storage room, br
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