At first I just thought it would be like that.
During class time
I thought it was natural that Lee Han didn't see me.
Because we only share lunch.
That wasn't a promise, though.
It seemed like a line that both sides knew how to keep.
But today was a little different.
“Hey, Lee Han.
“Do you want to go to the cafeteria together today?”
Someone spoke to him.
The kid in the next class.
A kid who just laughs.
“I’m eating lunch.”
“Oh really? Who gave you the money?”
"just."
After that conversation,
I covered the lunch box.
He said that yesterday.
He said he would fight next time.
But that word,
Was it just a joke?
Lunch time.
I went up to the roof.
Strangely, I felt a little out of breath.
however…
That kid wasn't there.
When I returned to my seat,
On my desk
There was a note lying around.
On white paper
Just one line.
“I can’t come up today. Sorry.”
That kid's handwriting.
surely.
Without me knowing
I folded the paper.
Small, very small.
That little note
Putting it in my school uniform pocket
I thought about it for nothing.
‘Why am I the one feeling sorry?’
School leaving time.
We ran into each other in the hallway.
Lee Han was walking with his friends
When our eyes met
There was a brief pause.
just,
I just passed it by.
I stopped
He just walked away.
Only the back of the head was visible.
That night.
I took out the note again.
“I can’t come up today. Sorry.”
I suddenly thought.
That kid
That I'm going up
Did you take it for granted?
or not,
Did he just say his own words and leave?