the progress project [3]

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yuli

12:06 a.m.

she has a firm grip around vivian's waist, pulling the older girl's arm around her own neck for support. yuli takes one step forward. another one.

she almost trips after the fifth step. why is she so weak?

she's extremely frustrated and fatigued, just wants to fall on her bed and sleep for a century. tears spring to her eyes, and she despises herself for getting so emotional. just because she's on her period— oh, fuck that. she can cry if she fucking wants to.

"need help?" someone asks. a korean boy, nearly two years older than her, is dressed in a gray sweater and is sprinkled in party confetti.

she nods, and he latches onto vivian, the three speedily making their way out of the door and to yuli's dumpy honda.

"thank you," she says once she gets her girlfriend buckled in and situated. she wipes her eyes with her hands and offers a smile to her savior.

he nods his head, and turns into the direction of the party, but not before she notices the quick lip bite out of... awkwardness?

she climbs behind the wheel and drives away.