LOVE ME NOT

二。keep it cool

Absentmindedly I had ran off, tears running down my face having me look like a mess as people in the hallway couldn't help but stare. But in contrast of what I had just witnessed, I could care less about whoever staring right now. All I wanted was to just get out of sight and be alone.
   That, however, wasn't an option when someone was calling out for me from behind, realizing that he's been following after me all along.

   ❝Hey, wait up!❞

(...)

So, obviously, I skipped the remaining classes of the day and ended up at a public playground not far from home. I could have just gone home in the first place, but that would mean my brother is going to get involved – which also mean a lot of questions that lead to trouble.
   Also I don't want to worry him, poor boy got enough to worry about his own life and problems. What kind of sister would I be, bringing unnecessary problems to her little brother? Well, typical a normal one, but I'm not all about that. He is a good kid, like no other.

Not to mention, having a stanger following after me home wouldn't exactly make anything better. So instead of going home we are both sat on a set of swings, neither of us talking, while children were running back and forth playing tag or whatever children do.
   I'm not entirely sure how we ended up like this considering I haven't been really nice to this guy at all after what happened. Even though, if it weren't for him I'd still be stonblind in a relationship with Mark, oblivious to what he has been doing.

I shooed him, cursed at him, even said some things I shouldn't have said, but for some reason he still followed after.
   I wonder why.
   Heedlessly enough, my mind wandered back to the thoughts that Mark cheated on me. He actually cheated on me. And here I was thinking that things were perfect, that everything was just going my way. Well, obvious it wasn't and probably never had. I guess I wasn't enough for him, never had been and never will be. Even though, it leaves me wonder whatever I did wrong.

I was so happy. I felt like the luckiest girl, but I know now that wasn't real. Maybe love isn't real. Maybe it's just an illusion, just to make you feel good about something that's not really there. If that's the case I can understand now why people say love makes you blind.
   Going on all about these thoughts in my head I had come to realize that I have been crying all this time, my face glaced with my own tears. Only then, a hand, holding onto a blue cloth what seem like a handkerchief, reached out in front me.

   ❝Here,❞ followed by a really soft voice.

Curious to what he actually looks like, as I haven't really been paying attention to him much, I craned my neck to towards him before mouthing, ❝thanks.❞

The handkerchief had Park imprinted, with, what looks like, a little doggo wearing a yellow one piece on it.