He was back in school and that made it all the more hard. I figured I would hang out with the boys today as they had been blowing up my phone but I agreed only if they didn't ask me questions.

Here I sat at lunch with them, not paying attention to what Seungmin was explaining to Felix but to my hands that fiddled under the table.

I felt them. His eyes were on me, burning holes like I was a bad guy. Did he hate me now? I would. I ignored him after he got out of the hospital and soon he completely stopped trying to get ahold of me.

I was close to sending him a text, telling him that I wish him a fast recovery but I didn't. I spent a lot of my time clearing my room, I moved all my artwork to a spare room we have and now it sat bare. I needed something new.

In all honestly, I haven't drawn anything in a while and I wanted to think that I was growing out of it. Agreeing that it was just a pointless hobby as I stored all my supplies away. My parents didn't like the idea.

The bell ringing made me get out of my thoughts, making me stand up and walk away from the table without a word. I walk silently but I didn't make it far.

"Jisung" I heard his voice and stop in my tracks. Minho walked in front of me and looked into my eyes "Why are you ignoring me?"

I notice the small scratches on the boy's pretty face and mentally I cursed myself. Flooding with regret as his eyes held so much hurt, almost like I betrayed him.

"Are you even listening to me?" He asked, "You came to visit me and then you left and now you act like I don't even exist" He spoke harshly and I knew it was attracting attention.

I look down and my vision grew blurry "I-I—"

"It's like I'm talking to a goddamn wall" He spat "What the fuck did I do to do for you to act this way?"

I looked up at him as his voice grew loud. "Say something!" He grabs my shoulders and I push him away as his face grew regretful. "Shit—Jisung I didn't mean to do that" He walks to me "Did I hurt you?"

I step back and shake my head "I'm going home" I mumble and turn away, I tuned out his voice as he calls after me. Once I was outside I ran. I think it's what I've grown best at.

Not drawing but running. I wished I could run far away.