Exception || Changlix

3.1

Me
Text me if you need anything at all, babe

Binnie
Dont worry too much.♥

Me
I try. But still, text me

Binnie
Okay.

I take a deep breath as I turn off my phone and flop down on my bed. I thought everything would be fine but leaving Changbin alone after what he told me is honestly terrifying. I can at least be glad that I managed to talk him out of it. Still though, I'm not sure how he, himself handled it.

Then again, Changbin isn't really one to break promises. That won't shake the bad feeling in my stomach though.

I think about my friends. I wonder how their doing right now?

Just taking a guess on things, Minho's probably sprawled out on his couch, either he's watching T.V. or the T.V. is watching him.

Chan is likely relaxing, listening to music or writing in his notebook. Maybe even working on his laptop. Chan always seems to be working on something, but he always refuses to tell me what.

As for Jisung, I'm going to assume that he's... on his phone, maybe. The two of us are pretty close, but I never realized how much I don't really know the weirdo. Based on what I do , though, he's probably eating cheesecake or chocolate. Or chocolate cheesecake.

Hyunjin is another one of my closer friends, but I'd rather not think about him right now.

As far as I know, Seungmin could've dropped off the face of the earth. We should be able to see him at soccer tomorrow if we don't see him at lunch again. Despite him seemingly being homophobic, I still care about him. Just maybe deep down inside, Seungmin isn't that bad. He can't be, right?

"It's time for dinner!" I hear mom call across the house. I quickly wash my hands and sit down at the table to eat. It feels like I haven't properly eaten for a long while now, so the steak my dad prepared for supper was like heaven to eat.

After cleaning off my plate, I go back upstairs to my room. I've been procrastinating to do my homework so I finally decide to start it. Slowly I work through every subject, other thoughts about school drama slipping my mind in the moment.

Speeding through the rest of my day, I decide to go to sleep earlier than usual tonight. When I have trouble doing so, I just stare at the ceiling and think.

Is cereal a soup? What if the sun is actually a small star and there's a bigger star even further away? Are our internal thoughts just aliens trying to communicate with us? I ponder the many questions of life before finally wandering back to the subject of school.

It feels like so much is happening to me and my friends at the moment. One of them was nearly beaten to death, one struggling to keep the others together, one nearly offing himself and I don't even know where the last is. It's overwhelming and tiresome and God- I just want it to all be over already.

My mind becomes cluttered, each thought tangled up with the next. I wish we didn't have to go through this. I wish no one has to go through this.

With every space in my head occupied, there's no where to store my tears. As if waiting intently for a que of some sort, the flood gates open and I begin to silently cry my eyes out.

"Crying solves nothing," is what I always hear, but whoever said that was wrong. It's a form of venting and shouldn't be taken for granted.

I know that after this experience, I never will.

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(A/N: Yeah I know, this chapter's bucket loads of useless. Thanks for reading, guys.)