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THIRTY SEVEN
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Let's be Together THIRTY EIGHT
The hollow ache in my chest hasn’t eased since this morning. It gnaws at me, making every breath feel heavier. Juhyuk didn’t talk to me at school. When I approached him between classes, heart in my throat, he barely spared me a glance, cold and detached. His words were clipped. “I have other matters,” he’d said, avoiding my gaze like I was nothing more than a stranger. Like I wasn’t the same friend he’d laughed with just days ago.I tried texting, calling—nothing. But Jugyoung… she answered. She wasn’t mad, at least not in the same way. She approached me during lunch, her face a mix of concern and awkward guilt. “I had something,” she said, taking her tray of food, “I couldn’t pick up your calls. There’s so much I want to ask, Grace, but I have to go with Charlotte right now.”Her words stung. She didn’t even ask how I was doing. She just had to go. I watched her leave, feeling like I was standing on the edge of a crumbling cliff, completely alone. It hit me then, standing in the midd
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I sink down onto the bed again, the weight of Jugyoung’s revelation making my knees weak. I feel like my brain has short-circuited. Juhyuk… in love with me? It’s too much. I press my palms against my eyes, as if doing that will somehow make this less real, less complicated. Jugyoung sighs beside me.“I didn’t know,” I mumble, voice barely audible. “I had no idea.”She nods, her expression a mix of sympathy and awkwardness. “Well, now you do.”I glance at her, a thousand questions swirling in my mind, each one tightening the knot forming in my chest. “Since when?” I ask, my voice hoarse. “Since when has he… loved me?”Jugyoung shrugs, leaning back against the headboard. “I don’t know exactly. But I found out about it a year ago.”I gape at her, incredulous. “And you didn’t think to tell me?”She lets out a breathy laugh, though there’s no humor in it. “What was I supposed to say? ‘Hey, Grace, by the way, my brother’s in love with you’? Besides, he made me promise to keep it a secret.”
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Millie stands over me, her presence filling the space like it always does. Her breathing is heavier than usual, and she stares down at me, hands on her hips. “What the hell are you doing sitting here alone?” she demands, hovering like a mother hen, but her voice is tight. Not soft. Not sweet.I wave her off like swatting a fly. “Go away.”She doesn’t move. Instead, she grabs my arm, her grip firm, yanking me up without waiting for permission. “Get up,” she says, her tone sharper than I’m used to, the patience gone.I glare at her, jerking my arm back. “Leave me the fuck alone, Millie.”“No,” she shoots back, jaw clenched. “I’m not leaving you out here like this.”I glare, anger bubbling. “Why do you always have to be so damn controlling?”Her jaw tightens, the tension rolling off her. “Because your mom’s gonna worry if you don’t go home,” she snaps, her voice strained.I laugh—a bitter, hollow sound. “Yeah, sure. Is that all? Or are you just here because it makes you feel better?”Sil
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It’s seven in the morning, and my alarm goes off like it’s mocking me, its shrill beeping slicing through the heavy silence. I don’t even bother to turn it off properly. Just one lazy swipe, snooze, and I’m back to staring at the ceiling, my body curled into itself like I’m trying to disappear into the mattress. My eyes burn, gritty and dry from the night I didn’t sleep, but I still can’t rest. I feel hollowed out, like someone reached inside and drained me of everything—energy, emotion, will. Even my throat feels like sandpaper, raw from crying and screaming into the void.Minutes pass, or maybe hours—time doesn’t make sense anymore—before I hear the soft knock on my door, followed by Mom’s familiar footsteps. They’re light, careful, like she knows I’m on the edge of shattering.“Sugar,” she says, “time to wake up.”I don’t move. I stay frozen, hoping if I stay still enough, she’ll think I’m not here. But she comes closer, standing right where my face is turned. I can feel her eyes o
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The tension in the dining room is suffocating.I can barely chew my food, the bite of chicken in my mouth tasting like cardboard. Even the water I drink feels foreign, wrong. My parents’ eyes keep darting to me, and every time I glance up, they quickly look away like they weren’t just staring. I know they’re worried—they’ve been worried—but their silence only sharpens the blade of guilt twisting inside me.Mom’s voice startles me out of my spiraling thoughts. “Do you not like the food, Grace?”I blink, swallowing hard. “No, it’s fine.” It’s not fine. None of this is fine.What I want to say—what I can’t say—is that I fucked up. I ruined things with Millie. I pushed her away because I’m a coward. Because I was too scared to face the world, too scared to face us. How could I tell Mom that her daughter is a mess, a failure who hurts the people she loves the most?Dad looks like he wants to say something, his fork hovering mid-air, but he stays quiet. The doorbell rings, cutting through
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The door to my parents’ room is slightly ajar, and I can see Dad sitting on the edge of the bed, his head bowed, hands loosely clasped together. His expression is unreadable, but there’s something about it that makes my chest tighten. He looks like he’s thinking hard, maybe too hard.I glance at Mom, standing beside me in the hallway. She gives me a soft nod and a faint, encouraging smile. “Go,” she whispers.I step into the room, my movements cautious as if I’m walking on glass. The weight of his silence feels like a storm brewing. I hate it. I hate the quiet more than I could ever hate his anger. Anger I can handle. Anger has a voice. This? This is unbearable.“Dad,” I croak, my voice breaking slightly.He doesn’t move, doesn’t even glance at me. My heart races, the silence stretching unbearably long. I take a shaky breath and try again.“I know you’re angry. About this. About me and Millie. About me liking her. But, Dad, this wasn’t something I planned. It just... happened. And if
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Something shifts overnight—a subtle yet profound change. Not the bad kind, but the kind that makes the air feel lighter, the kind that gives me just enough courage to face today. After my reunion with Millie, I’d come home and told my parents that things went well between us. I didn’t get to speak with her mom because she was with Evans, who wasn’t feeling well, and I didn’t want to intrude. Millie mentioned how her mom had found her crying in the backyard and, in a rush of emotions, she had spilled everything. To my relief, her mom was supportive. Ella, on the other hand, was furious at me for what I’d said, but that’s a bridge I’ll have to cross later.I’d slept well for the first time in days, but now, as I get ready for school, my stomach twists with unease. What will happen when we step through those doors? I haven’t checked my phone yet, though I noticed missed calls from Jugyoung and Mariam. I don’t have the mental space for them right now. Whatever happens, I’ll face it head-o
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Millie texts back, suggesting we meet near the old science building—a spot few students ever visit. Yes, the school has many old buildings. The place has a weird reputation for being creepy, and most people avoid it like the plague. Perfect for a private conversation.I reply with a quick Okay and head out of the algebra classroom. Ipsa spent the entire period trying to pick a fight, tossing snide comments like daggers. I did my best to ignore her, even though my patience was paper-thin. A bitch will always be a bitch, and she’s not worth the energy.Stopping by my locker, I shove my books inside. The crisp autumn air greets me as soon as I step out of the building. October has settled in, bringing the kind of chill that seeps into your bones. Tugging my jacket tighter and shoving my hands into my pockets, I make my way to the old science building.As I approach, I pull out my phone and call Millie. She picks up instantly, her voice smooth as ever. “Look to your right.”I turn my head
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The arcade is alive with flashing neon lights, the constant clinking of coins, and an upbeat playlist thumping through the speakers. The air smells like buttery popcorn, sweet candy, and the distant tang of something fried—bacon, maybe. It’s chaotic, loud, and smells a little questionable, but it’s undeniably fun. Millie, of course, is thriving. The squeak of my rental shoes matches my groan as I chuck the basketball toward the return box. “This is so unfair,” I whine, crossing my arms in defeat. Millie chuckles next to me, effortlessly sinking another ball into the hoop with that confident smirk of hers. She glances my way, her green eyes glinting under the neon lights. “What’s not fair?” she asks, tossing the ball back like she does this every day—which, I mean, she kind of does. I huff, pointing dramatically at the scoreboard. “I suck at basketball, and you’re basically a pro. This is a scam. I’m calling foul.” She shrugs, effortlessly tossing another ball through the hoop, not
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Taking a deep breath, I turn to face the crowd. Their faces blur under the haze of party lights and the glare of too many phone screens, like vultures waiting for a spectacle. My hands tremble slightly, gripping the microphone as though it’s the only thing tethering me to this moment.I’ve been a coward for so long. Scared of rejection, judgment, and whispers behind my back. But now, watching Millie stand there, her green eyes shimmering with defiance and something deeper—something only I see—I know I have to be brave. Not for me. For her.“This might be fun and amusing for all of you,” I start, my voice cracking at first but gaining strength. “But it’s not for us.”A hush falls over the crowd, their curiosity sharpening like blades. I dare to meet their gazes, my chest tightening, but I refuse to look away.“Millie and I... we’ve been friends for a long time. Since we were kids.” My voice softens, the weight of the years tugging at my words. “I’ve loved her even before I realized wha
Let's be Together FORTY NINE
The pool area is a chaos of sound, light, and bodies. Music blares from hidden speakers—something loud, raw, with a bass drop that rattles my chest. It’s not Kendrick Lamar, but it’s close enough. The crowd surges with movement, students packed like sardines in costumes that range from ridiculous to barely-there. My grip on Jugyoung tightens as I’m jostled on all sides.“I can’t find her,” I mutter, my head darting around to scan the sea of faces. “Do you see Harley Quinn?”Jugyoung raises an eyebrow. “Who’s Harley Quinn?”“Millie.”“Your Harley Quinn? Cute,” she smirks and stretches on her toes to search. Even with the extra height, no luck. I’d texted Millie, but there’s no response, and the more time passes, the more restless I feel.The music is cut, leaving only Shawn Jones’s voice echoing through the speakers. The poolside party transforms into an attentive audience, fixated on him as he stands at the center of the lounge area, bathed in dim orange lights. He’s decked out in an
Let's be Together FORTY EIGHT
The night air claws at my skin like icy fingers, making me regret every single life decision that led to me standing in front of Kenzie McCoy’s house underdressed and freezing my ass off. The house is loud enough to be mistaken for a concert venue, pulsing with music that spills out like the lifeblood of the party, dragging half the damn school into its chaotic orbit. Different colored lights flash through the windows like the place has been turned into a second-rate nightclub, and the garden is already trashed.“This better not turn into another ‘strip or swim’ situation,” Mariam groans beside me, tugging at the brim of her pointy black witch hat. She looks great, honestly—classic and witchy, though the scowl on her face doesn’t quite scream "magical and mysterious."Millie leans in closer, a devilish glint in her eye. “If it does, it might be funny to see you finally skinny-dipping.”Mariam spins around, shooting Millie a glare that could freeze molten lava. “Not happening.”I arch
Let's be Together FORTY SEVEN
I have no idea what the hell is going on. Millie and I are perched on the couch in my living room, my palms damp against hers, while Mom sits across from us with an amused smile that’s doing nothing to ease my nerves. I mean, it’s weird enough that she called Millie my girlfriend—which, okay, true, but hearing it from her just felt... surreal. Millie’s grinning like she’s enjoying the whole thing, and honestly? That’s making it even weirder.“So,” Mom starts, clasping her hands together like she’s about to lead a goddamn family therapy session. “Millie, are you the one who proposed to my daughter first?”Millie glances at me with a soft, teasing look, then turns back to Mom, her cheeks flushing ever so slightly. “Yes,” she admits.I shoot Mom a look that screams please stop, but she just waves me off like I’m being dramatic. “Oh, don’t be shy now,” she teases, her eyes twinkling with mischief.I internally roll my eyes so hard they might as well fall out of my skull, but Millie, ever
Let's be Together FORTY SIX
"Yeah, I posted it," he says, leaning back on his heels as if he’s proud of himself. "So what? What the hell are you gonna do about it, Larsen? Cry to your mommy? Run to Principal Henderson and tell her a big, bad boy hurt your feelings?"He shoves his hands deeper into his pockets, his sneer widening. "Go ahead, file your little complaint. No one’s going to believe you. You’ve got no proof I was the one who took the picture. For all they know, it could’ve been anyone."His words stab at my composure, but I keep my expression neutral, biting back the retort bubbling inside me. He has no idea that admitting this to my face was the exact proof I needed. Millie stands a step behind me, her arms crossed and her jaw tight, practically vibrating with restrained fury.“Ryle,” I say slowly, tilting my head, “do you know what cyber harassment is?”He snorts. “Oh, here we go. You think you’re gonna scare me with your big words?”“I’m serious,” I say, keeping my voice steady. “You illegally post
Let's be Together FORTY FIVE
Millie texts back, suggesting we meet near the old science building—a spot few students ever visit. Yes, the school has many old buildings. The place has a weird reputation for being creepy, and most people avoid it like the plague. Perfect for a private conversation.I reply with a quick Okay and head out of the algebra classroom. Ipsa spent the entire period trying to pick a fight, tossing snide comments like daggers. I did my best to ignore her, even though my patience was paper-thin. A bitch will always be a bitch, and she’s not worth the energy.Stopping by my locker, I shove my books inside. The crisp autumn air greets me as soon as I step out of the building. October has settled in, bringing the kind of chill that seeps into your bones. Tugging my jacket tighter and shoving my hands into my pockets, I make my way to the old science building.As I approach, I pull out my phone and call Millie. She picks up instantly, her voice smooth as ever. “Look to your right.”I turn my head
