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The One I Loveshe is so and singular.
she is the sum of yourself and your dream.
climb her like a monument, step after step.
she is solid.
as for me, i am a watercolor.
i wash off.
- anne ton.
Jennie keeps her hands in her lap, the sharp edges of her nails digging into the soft skin of her palm. She takes measured glances at the man driving, his long bangs falling into his face with the gentle breeze of the AC. He looks like he used to look, but everyone does in her eyes. Everyone does in some way.
(She sees him everywhere, everywhere, everywhere.)
His jaw is tensed as he mulls over his words. They drive on an unlit path.
“Make me understand, Jennie.” He speaks after a dragging silence.
“I just don’t think it’ll work out.”
“But why?” He turns his head to look her in the eye. Her body tenses as his attention is taken off of the road.
“I don’t feel a connection between us.”
“What if you gave me another chance?” His knuckles go pale as he keeps a tight grip on the steering wheel. “Wouldn’t that be fair?”
She knows what they say about her. That she’s easy, that she’ll go out with any guy at least once.
Only once.
She no longer recognizes her neighborhood in the dark. They are no longer driving toward her house. Her eyes widen as the buildings become increasingly indistinguishable.
“Relax, I’m going to drive you home.” He catches her panicked glance, a bite of annoyance in his voice. “I just want to talk to you.”
“You’re making me uncomfortable, Jaewon. I don’t want to talk, I just want to go home.”
The car comes to a sudden stop. Jennie jerks forward, the seat belt digging into . She unbuckles the belt, gasping as air flows back to her lungs more fr
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