Hurt Me, My Angel - DISCONTINUED
Description
For the past few years, Lynn Li Wan Er has been questioning herself about him and her.
The answer is a simple yes or no. Is he happy or is he not?
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fan-tracklist:
dalmatian - hurt me
exo-m - angel
heo young saeng - crying
heo young saeng - the art of seduction
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taken from facts || purely written in fiction
selectedvips original artwork, touch based on personal experiences
all original characters belong to selectedvips
any similarity in plot is coincidental
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All Rights Reserved
Poster Credits & Message:
Thank you very much lovelyme23 for the lovely poster!
Oh giddy, I'm so happy and can't stop smiling like a fool!
Foreword
Monday, February 4, 2013
2:57 PM
A crowd of students crowded the hallways, wanting nothing but to retrieve their belongings and leave the school grounds. On the opposite end of the busy locker area, there was I, just taking everything slowly.
One step at a time, they say. It's not so bad.
But when I got to my locker, it was packed with people ranging from really tall and muscle-less to short and aggressive teenage boys. Where are the girls? They're flirting as usual, so I wouldn't really intervene with their plans. Just as I was slipping my arms into the left sleeve of my winter jacket, something in my mind snapped, quickly turning my head so that my eyes could focus on a certain area of the hallway.
Towards the left of my locker, there stood another crowd of people. This time the girls were mainly talking about their manicure and whatnot - basically all the girly topics any typical teenage girl would stick their nose into. My eyes shifted from one person to the next, until it landed on this specific person.
And I saw my ex-best friend, smiling.
He smiled.
Within those five tremendously long and agonizing years of not being able to communicate with him, I saw him smile again. For the first time after those long waited years... People might think I'm insane for overreacting over a guy's smile, but I know I am perfectly fine. Maybe he did smile more often when I wasn’t around, but that smile… it brought back old memories of when we were young.
To me, his smile is a miracle.
It's a dream, a fantasy - it's my cloud nine.
It's a world where nothing could stop us from being simply us.
His smile is just so special to me and I would want nothing more than to see that beam on his face.
That smile of his... it's just so perfect.
Snapping back into reality, I noticed he had started leaving with his friends, laughing about some matter that I would never come to understand. As I became a living statue at my locker, watching the backs of strangers swarm out the hallway, I caught a glimpse of his back. Even though his white puffy jacket covered his tall and lean figure, I was able to recognize him out of everyone.
He was laughing, smiling, chuckling, smirking, and all those other things that would only make his lips curve upwards.
Then this one thought struck me... hard.
Was he happy... without me?
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