This Love
Description
Yongguk seeems like a nice, cool type of person, someone that would never notice Eunhee. Eunhee has never been the type of girl to gain the attention of guys, she thinks of herself as a typical university student. Normal, plain, boring even; so when they become friends, shes a little shocked, but still happy.
But things start to happen, and she realizes not everything is as it seems.
He calls it love. It can't be love. It's all wrong.
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Foreword
The raindrops seemed to glow in the afternoon sun as they continuously cascaded from the dark skies above me.
I was in one of those bizarre moments where I was floating- almost swimming in the air. I felt like I had been sleeping, and I had just woken up, everything felt fresh and clean.
I stared, slightly stunned as the sunlight broke through the clouds and made the raindrops glimmer and shine, miniature rainbows that would soon end. The sunlight seemed to shine directly onto a small café.
It was a sign.
This was obviously a sign, something was telling me to go to that café and something I had been looking for my whole life would be inside, waiting for me.
I grinned. It was perfect. This was perfect. I had been led to the thing I needed the most. It was fate. I had been wandering aimlessly for too long, but now I had a purpose, a reason, it was just waiting for me beyond that door.
I sauntered forwards, my shirt clinging to my body after the sudden downpour, my hair dripping into my face as the rain continued to fall.
This was fate. This was my destiny. I grinned even more.
I probably looked insane.
But I wasn’t. No, I wasn’t insane.
I was perfectly sane, and soon everything would be perfect.
I reached the door, my eyes large with excitement. I pulled on the handle and the door opened easily, a small chiming bell signalling my entrance.
I was looking at the ground; I could feel it in my chest, the build-up of turbulent emotions. Whatever it was, whoever it was… let it be a surprise.
“Oh my goodness! You’re soaked!” a soft, sweet voice cried.
There it was.
That was it.
I raised my head slowly, my eyes taking in everything.
A girl, younger than me was standing before me. She was thin and had pale, clear skin. Her cheeks were rosy and her lips were a soft pink. Her eyes were big and deep looking, framed by thick lashes which made them seem even larger. She had a slender frame, she was wearing a pair of black skinny jeans and a crisp button up blouse, a black apron covering it partially. She had her long, straight black hair swept over her shoulder, it framed her face perfectly.
So this was the fated encounter, the destined meeting between the two of us. I could almost laugh.
Perfect.
She was perfect.
She was the one.
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