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The only thing that differed us was that you were feared, and I feared you.

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Like a newborn baby, today was wet, sticky, and covered in mucus.

It was a rather humid morning, the water droplets in the air clung onto my skin and made my body feel heavier than usual.

I was sneezing on the entire ride to school in the public bus, and received some disgusted glares from uptight strangers in return.

I sat in the third seat from the back, close to the windows, so I could blend in naturally and observe the rest of Seoul pacing quickly as time passed.

I clutched onto my thick jacket as I huffed into my hands, keeping myself as warm as possible.

I then felt someone sit beside me, and when I turned to see who it was, I paled.

With my horrendous luck, Jimin from elementary school had enrolled into the same high school as I did two years ago. He now sat beside me in this partially filled bus, smiling at me as he said a soft good morning.

I gave a weak smile in response, scooting closer to the windows to avoid being in contact with him.

One might wonder, what kind of reputation would the butterfly-killer have.

He was scary, like fear reincarnated into a human being. If Satan was outrageously evil, Jimin was too, but he kept everything hidden, and it's the unknown that people fear.

I wanted to run.

My fear and anger runs deeper than the depths of deep sea trenches, and more vast than the sea as tsunamis cover the lands.

As the bus reaches Nalgae High, I stood up nerve-wreckingly, tapped my card and sprinted to class.

He might think that I had a crush on him.

Or that I needed the toilet badly.

Or that I was a very weird girl that he knew since elementary school.

It doesn't matter.

As long as he doesn't come close to me anymore for any reason, I'm fine.

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