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falling in love is easy. falling out of love is not. a lot can change in five years. ___ From the minute you met him five years ago, sitting at a table on the fourth floor of the library and madly scribbling into a worn leather notebook, you knew he was on a one way road to something bigger. You suppose it was only a matter of time that he would outgrow you too. While nearly every other seat was occupied by students with strewn out textbooks, notebooks, and half-dead laptops cramming for midterms, he was writing a song. School was on the backburner for him (as were most other things), a backup plan in case his dreams were just a little bit too far. Interestingly enough, that was what drew you to him. "Whatcha writing?" you had asked him, the nervous crack in your voice betraying your casual attempt at conversation. You had noticed him as soon as you sat down to study an hour ago, as he was one of the only people around without a laptop in front of him, but waited until your break to finally let your curiosity get to you. It took a few seconds before he realized you were speaking to him and he finally lifted his head to look at you. You couldn't help but smile as you realized the redness on his cheek from resting it on his fist and the messy state of his dark hair. "Oh," he looked around as if he hadn't given any attention to his surroundings in a while. "I'm working on a song," he admitted softly. "Cool," you replied. "Is it for a class? My friend is in a songwriting class with profe-" "It's just for fun." "Fun, huh?" you began. "You have time for fun in the middle of midterms?" He let out a chuckle as he shook his head. "I like to think I have my priorities sorted," he answered. "I'm Jihoon." He extended his hand out for you to shake. ___ Based on the musical The Last 5 Years by Jason Robert Brown.
i. ride the sun away
