"Will I Save Her?" ~ PostScript

miyra✫ 06/26/18

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[December; One month later.]

Awakening with a jolt of adrenaline, I fluttered open my eyes and smiled brightly. My mind felt clear, despite the slight headache. Stretching, I stood up from my chair and exited the classroom. Opening my locker, I put my drawstring backpack away. Then, I went to the luxurious garden.

Rubbing my eyes with one hand, I waved with the other. He noticed, and motioned with his unoccupied hand to come sit on the other stone stool. Nodding, I did, and he provided me a large bottle of apple juice. I took a long, relaxing sip, savoring the delicious taste.

"I can't believe I fell asleep!" I exclaimed, giggling. "Honestly, how am I keeping my grades up?"

He shrugged. "I mean, it's you, YeonRa. Practically, any word related to perfection also relates to you," he complimented with a bright smile.

"Oh, I am not perfect," I denied. "I it that I am very beautiful, but I'm not really that pretty on the inside."

Sipping his bottle, he raised his eyebrow. "Really? What makes you say that?"

Opening my lips, I suddenly went silent when I heard the familiar sound of running footsteps. Examining my surroundings, I saw a male figure running towards me. As soon as the figure came closer, I saw who it was, and anger coursed through me. A bittersweet coldness struck my heart, and I unconsciously glared at my brother.

"Minhyung, why are you here?" I asked bitterly, crossing my arms. "Get out."

"I'm not letting you ignore me anymore, YeonRa," he hissed. "I want to talk with you, alone, whether you like it or not."

Brief silence. Shifting my stance on the seat - my legs were crossed -, I stood, giving my new friend an apologetic look. Glaring at my brother, I unwillingly followed him.

"I don't have time for your games, Minhyung. How do I know you're not going to just abandon me at a carnival and never come back?" I questioned, checking behind me once in a while.

"Lee YeonRa, shut it. I think you know what I'm here about, and you want to avoid it. Guess what, little sister? We can't. This is Muyell High School," he stated, chuckling darkly. "Madness still follows us everywhere! And we both know it! You --"

I put a finger to his lips, silencing my talkative sibling. "Finish that sentence. I dare you," I threatened, giving him my infamous, deathly stare. "It's either you talk, or I leave your side for good."