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Forty Nine
Forty Nine
Catherine insisted not to walk her home that night. So I remained on the bus as she went out for her stop. She waved at me despite her already heavy eyelids. She was tipsy. The soju bomb had taken a toll on her, I could tell that by her over talkativeness and hyperness. I have never seen her that way and it was too amusing.
Despite the obvious tipsiness, she insisted several times that she could go by herself. According to her, she can manage. And I could never win an argument with her so I did not insist on accompanying her home.
Back home, all the guys were present in the living room. Some trap music was blaring in the background as the weed smoke reeked in the tiny space. JB was on his computer seat; Mingyu on the sofa, and the two guys were sprawled on the floor. Bottles of beer and cigarette sticks lie with them.
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v e r n o nI woke up still stoned the next day. But miraculously, I managed to make it early to class. I just took a couple of downers and I'm half-alive to function. I still felt like shit of course. My headache and fatigue is immeasurable but I pushed myself just so I could see Catherine.I texted Mingyu and asked if he'd seen Catherine or if she's in our class already but he said she isn't. So I waited outside the school's gate for about twenty minutes. I was only disturbed when I saw the gates slowly being closed by the school guard and by the discipline officer, Mr. Song. I cursed inwardly when I glanced at my clock. It's five minutes past 7 am and Catherine is still nowhere to be found.I was about to call her when my eyes found her running from a distance. Behind her are the other students running their life towards t
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v e r n o n"Cath." I called in a lower tone this time.She turned her head to me while her body remained frozen still."You know you can talk this out to me. So hold my hand and let's get down here huh?" I stretched my arm towards her.But instead of accepting it, she shook her head and looked down. The height must have startled her because her legs shook. My stomach turned as I watched her tried to keep her balance."No, no. Don't look down. That's something you wouldn't want to do. Look far away instead." I am going nuts by trying to keep her attention on me."You know, there's my favorite quote from Dead Poets Society…" I began blabbering.
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