Woo Haeyoung (1/1)

I really didn't know how to tell him, I mean, how could I? Jyong had always been the sweetest guy I could remember, I would never hide anything from him that might hurt him, but how could I possibly tell him all of the things I went through since he left. I was a little girl, heartbroken. I turned to Shirai, because quite frankly, she knew all about love. She was an older classmate and while all the talk of her wasn't quite good, she was still undeniably a figure to whom knew the utmost about how to get the affection of men. So for the sake of my precious Jyong, I abandoned my innocent morale so that I could mature into everything he would want.

Now, I'm pretty ashamed of what I did. My parent no longer look to me as their child, and while my father says nothing and is in some morbid denial, my mother turned to drinking as some sort of resolve. My decency had wasted away some time ago, but I know plenty now. It was the worse lesson I remember learning, never once having been given a single ounce of affection, aside from the occasional boy who tried to make himself feel better by sweet talking me as he  thrust his way in. I know better now, and there had never really been anything sweet about it, I was just naive back then.

Now, I had Jyong back, this time, with him being the naive one. I try and think of this as my second chance, but as I'm sitting there and my lips having snapped shut after the slick regurgitation of a confession, absolutely pathetic if I do say so myself. I just think I'm making a mockery of what love really is. My ears are deaf to his offer towards another drink, I've heard that too, and usually, no one will show up the second time around. I want to think Jyong is just another normal boy and he'll do just the same as every other guy his age but I can't help but get my hopes up as I nod my head and go along with it, so I take him up on the offer.