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[maikwons]

     “ i’m not MAD, ” mai says, and there’s a SMILE plastered to her lips, and her hands rest delicately on her lap. they are no longer CLENCHED into fists as they had been with gabriel, but they do dig into the soft fabric of her pastel skirt. “ i’m really not. promise. it’s not like you should’ve TOLD me or anything. it’s cool. ” and it’s so clear that SHE is, as the smile she offers him is that in which it looks like she might murder him in his sleep if he’s not careful.

   how ironic.

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[maikwons]

        she shouldn’t be here. she doesn’t deserve to BE here, she practically put him in the infirmary by blowing up at him. mai’s eyes are sore and red and SWOLLEN from crying so much, and her small hands have found comfort in holding his right one that hangs lightly over the bed. she can feel her BOTTOM lip tremble ever so slightly at the sight of his UNCONSCIOUS form ; unable to take it, the seventeen year old averts her eyes to the window instead. 

      as if THIS will somehow cause this ( never ending ) dull pain in her heart to cease.

      it’s an invisible string that tugs her attention from the sky, and back to HIS form. HOW LONG DO YOU PLAN TO STAY BY HIS SIDE LIKE A PATHETIC LITTLE PUPPY? her stomach churns, and she doesn’t know how long it’s been. it couldn’t be LONG. perhaps a few hours --- but she’s MISSED her share of classes. skipped the meals. ( waiting ). 

     tears sting at her swollen eyes, and she hangs her head, her dark hair falling forward, as she squeezes his hand ever so slightly. “ wake up, ” she mumbles. “ please. i’m sorry, j-just... ” 

     she doesn’t say anything more.

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[maikwons]

    her korean is FLAWLESS. but there is a certain emotion in her voice that just does not seem to FIT mai. in her small, frail hand, is a small CELLPHONE. her voice is harsh, and her right hand is at the BRIDGE of her nose, rubbing at it. she had a migraine. “ leave me alone, ” she hisses CRUELLY, her soft hazel eyes closed. 

what had HAPPENED to kind little mai??

       there’s a SLEW of curses that fall from the innocent girl’s mouth, and tears of frustration STING at her eyes, and her hand drops to her side, as she leans back against her wall next to her bed. “ i’m not coming back to that p-place. i’m not going back, you can’t make me, ” mai snaps into her phone, but her voice is wavering, always wavering. ( you’re not all that STRONG, don’t pretend you child ). “ d-don’t call me again. ” the voice on the other side of the receiver is LOUD. masculine, but no older than a young adult. and it sounds like the EMBODIMENT of hatred.

    the seventeen year old pulls the phone away from her ear, only to hear the DOOR to her dorm room creak open. her watery and GLASSY eyes flicker over to the figure in her doorway, and she recognizes it. she looks so tired. so, so, so tired. she blows a SMALL raspberry with her mouth, and looks up at him.

      “ how much did you HEAR? “ she asks, her voice coated with tears. scratchy. soft. almost ACCUSATORY, but maybe it’s not. after all, MAI isn’t like that. she’s kind. she’s soft. forgiving.

    ( or is she? )

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[maikwons]

i wish that i could          be like the cool kids              ‘cause all the c o o l kids                    they seem to get it ( x )

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