She always smiles.

He always looks at her.

Always...

 

He thinks he's obsessed with her.

He can only think about her and he doesn't want to loose her to anyone.

Not that she was his in the first place.

 

She's alone.

She's popular, loved by everyone.

Still... She's alone.

 

"I wanna be like you Unnie! you're so popular!"

She smiles.

The girl turns around and leaves.

She whisperes "Trust me, you don't wanna be like me..."

"I heard you." he said.

She looks at him.

"Why, Why would you say that?" he asks.

She stays silent and just walks away.

 

"I'm happy, I'm alright... I don't need to do this..." She whispers over and over again sounding more desperate everytime.

She looks at the little blade in her hand.

"Wy do I even exist? Let me die already.." she pleads.

She's gets on her knees, crying loudly.

Again she looks at the little blade in her hand.

" this... I have nothing to lose anyway..."...

 

She's wearing a sweater.

He looks at her, walks up to her.

"I know your secret."

She looks at him.

"No you don't know anything."

She turns around.

He grabs her hand.

She flinches.

His eyes grow big and he rools up her sleeves.

"Why...Why...?" he looks at her.

"I'm not who you think I am.".

"Then tell me who you are..." he pleads.

"I'm sorry..."...