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Lee Minho,
I'm sorry. I'm sorry for causing
you trouble. I'm sorry that I
disgusted you.

Part of me.. No, my entire self
believed when you said my feelings
were valid. That my love for you
was beautiful. I'm sorry.

I won't bother you anymore.
Stay well and happy. Goodbye.
-Love, Han Jisung.
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Minho read over the words again.
And again. Just like he had been doing
since a week back. He hadn't even realised
a week slipped past since he found a note
in his locker. Possibly, the last ever.

He rested his head on the table. It was
past 1 am. He still couldn't sleep. He
was unsettled. Unsettled by feelings he
couldn't understand, feelings that made
his heart ache. And his mind stayed
bombarded by thoughts of a certain
brunette. The boy he could've had.
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