I woke up in my bed and figured Jeongin put me in here. He's such a sweet boy. However, I felt a weight behind me on the bed. I turned around and saw Changbin smiling at me.
Me: What are you doing?
Changbin: You're so cute when you sleep.
Me: Thanks. How long have you been out of the mirror?
Changbin: Only about half an hour.
I nodded and sat up.
Changbin: Jeongin is a good friend.
Me: Yes. Yes he is.
I stood up and went into the bathroom. I did my normal morning routine and saw Changbin still outside the mirror. I sat next to him and leaned on his arm. That's when I noticed a mark on his wrist.
Me: That's a cool looking birthmark.
Changbin: All Mirror People have this. To me, it's like a tattoo that glows in the dark.
Me: I wish I could see it. Does only glow in the dark?
Changbin: No. It's glows all the time.
I nodded again.
Me: So what do you want to do?
Changbin: I don't know. I only have an hour left. What can we do in an hour?
Me: I don't know. Too bad we don't have enough time to watch a movie.
He agreed. We decided he should just go back into the mirror and do something in there. After a few hours I heard a knock on my door. I went to open it and saw no one. But there was a small box on the step. I knew that box. I knew that box all too well.
Me: Chan? He ding dong ditched me to return this?
I bent down slowly and picked it up. The closer I got to it, the more I could feel my heart break. He was giving my heart back to me. I opened and saw that he put a note in it.
"(Y/n),
I know you gave this to me a long time ago. I kept it not even knowing what it was. I didn't open it until recently while I was going through my old things. (Y/n), I'm so sorry. I can't give you my heart. I know this is a messed up way to reject you but I can't look at you. Knowing that I hurt you so much, I can't keep myself in check. This is the only thing I can think of to do. I don't think of you as anything more than a friend. I'm sorry I kissed you that day. I'm sorry I gave you hope. I hope you can still consider me as your dear friend. I'm giving you your heart back. I sincerely hope you can give this to someone else. Someone who will accept it. (Y/n), please don't be mad at me for much longer. I miss my best friend."
A tear dropped onto the paper and that's when I realized I was crying. I threw the box and the paper down harshly and ran to my room. Why? After so many years since I gave this to him, he just found out what it was and he doesn't even talk to me in person about it?
Me: Chris, I'm sorry. I don't know if I can go back to being the same friend you knew.