Taehyung: 17 July Year 22

I had a splitting pain in my side. Sweat dripped from my face. Around the railroad tracks, the empty lot behind the convenience store, and under the overpass. The girl wasn’t there no matter where I went. I ran to the bus stop, but I didn’t see her there either. The people waiting for the bus looked at me strangely. What happened? We didn’t make a promise to meet, but it was strange. The girl always unexpectedly appeared somewhere and chased me around. I could say it was troublesome, but that would do me no good. She wasn’t at any of the places we had been together. 

 

I stopped walking when I arrived at a familiar wall. There was graffiti we drew together. It was even her first one. There was a huge X marked on top of it. It was her. I didn’t see it, but I knew it was her. Why? I don’t have an answer for that. Instead, I could see afterimages overlapping on the wall. 

 

An image of her laughing at me after I hit my head laying down on the train tracks. An image of her making me trip while I was trying to help us run away. Her angry face when I took bread from her and ate it. Her cloudy expression when we passed by the place where her family picture was taken. Her gaze at students that were passing by that I also followed without realizing. While spraying the wall together I told her, “If you are ever having a hard time don’t groan by yourself, tell me.” The X was drawn over all the memories we shared. It was like it was saying they were all fake. It was like it was saying they were all lies. I was squeezing my fist without realizing it. Why? As expected, I don’t have an answer for that. I turned around and walked. I was alone again. I was, and so was that girl.

 

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