Short-Lived. (Wonyoung and Nako)
Description
Your unhappiness won't be around for long once I endure the cries of your wilting hope; that I'll promise for the light at the end of tunnel, we'll both cross and feel the joy that concealed from us.
Foreword
"Why even try wearing those if you're just gonna stumble?" Wonyoung asked kneeling close, clasping the beige buckles of Nako's heels while swaying her head timidly. Rain or shine of making herself to care for Nako, Wonyoung drew her breath openly to a slight murmur, "You're only going to fall over again if you walk. You've got bruises."
The shorter girl could only sigh while resting on the frigid ground, despite the minor black marks plastering on her legs and even rose cuts, looking away in shameful red flooding her cheeks. She was about to lure tears, though pulled them back to not show how petty she was already being.
"Am I not that good enough?" Nako gloomed, undertones creeping into her sentiment hinted by heartache. "Is it because I'm like this, nobody likes me?"
Now watering her eyes with stainings of her inferior tears that were unsure of draining down, further spouting right to her small-strung frown. She bowed her head, beginning to sob miserably, the vibrant wound stretching on her broken heart growing bluer and more pained. The scarlet smear on her face only shown immediate embarrassment.
"No. You're mistaken," Wonyoung replied, fluttering glint in her sight as she crawled a little away from fixing the clasps of her friend's shoes. "I don't hate you."
Nako intervened, voice having a fainting ache from the previous loss of her good cheer that used to flower around her happy aura.
"Then will you kiss me?"
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