I opened the door just a little my hand and face peeking out.
My eyes were full of shame.
I stretched my hand.
Jimin handed the pad over without looking at me.
I quickly changed, cleaned myself, and tied Yoongi's sweater around my
waist.
When I stepped out, both of them stood up.
They followed behind me.
I walked faster.
"Waitb" Jimin called.
Yoongi grabbed his shoulder, stopping him.
Jimin pushed his hand away and turned in the opposite direction.
I picked up my bag and left the school.
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Night
Back home, I hit my head lightly.
Why did I leave like that?
I didn't know what to say when I came out of the bathroom.
Was it wrong to leave them?
They should understand.
Yoongi should.
I stared at the two sweaters lying on my bed.
Someone tell me what to do.
Next Day; School
I avoided riding with Jimin.
Skipped the library.
Stayed in my seat all day.
"What's wrong?" Jimin asked.
"You're avoiding me," he said.
I had mood swings. Period mood swings.
I walked past him and went to the school infirmary.
I lay down, hoping the pain would ease.
I didn't even realize I was crying.
I hugged my stomach tightly, irritation and pain mixing together.
The curtain between the beds opened.
A hand reached out, holding tissues.
I looked up.
Yoongi.
I took them and wiped my nose.
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
"I wanted a quiet place," he said.
"Your crying woke me up."
"I'm sorry," I whispered.
He nodded.
The curtain opened fully.
He lay on his side, one knee bent, head resting on his hand.
His eyes met mine.
Sunlight hit his face softly.
I couldn't look away.
Until another wave of pain forced me to lie back down.
We stayed silent.
When the nurse called me and I returned back
He was gone.