"You are melting the coldness of his heart, Gim Mi!"
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Time had passed since Miyoung didn't set a food in South Korea. It had been almost a year or so, after the terrible tragedy that touched her dear friend. She tried to forget everything, not ab...
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He was there, just before her eyes. He was there, talking to her home teacher as if he even had the right to. He was there, in her school. He was there, hair as black as abyssal darkness, rough flattering eyes, hook nose and pointed ears. He was there, the genesis of her trauma.
Memories, flashbacks floaded Miyoung's mind. She was brought back years prior. Shouts, screams, wails, fear. A house of terror. The underground itself. Hell on earth. The land of fear.
The simple sight of him was waking up all the sleeping terror. The simple sight of him was destroy her self-confidence, her natural boldness. The simple sight of him was disfunctioning everything. Miyoung's mind was blank, vacant, empty. It wasn't working. It was stopped in time, frozen in ice. It was pitch black, pure emptiness. Miyoung's heart was pounding so fast it was resonating in her head. It was like drums, explosive bombs which the devastation ran through her body. The sickening buzzing wouldn't stop deafing her, blocking any sound to reach her eardrums. Her lungs were crushed, compressing themselves. Breathing was hard, impossible even. It was as if her lungs were trapped into a deadly embrace. She couldn't breath. Miyoung needed to get out of here. But her body refused to move. It was stiffened, frozen, paralized.
The more Miyoung stayed, the more she wasn't controlling anything. She wanted to leave. She needed to live. She had to leave. She needed air. Slowly, her body seemed to understand her needs. Miyoung's feet moved, slowly, mechanically out of the corridor.
The more the Gim girl walked, the more she sped up, colliding with students on her way. But she didn't care. Miyoung needed to get out. Breathing was getting harder and harder. Even the fresh air out of the building wasn't enough.
Miyoung went to a lone place in the campus, away from people's eat and eyes. She pressed her back against the wall as she slid down on the floor. Falls of tears were escaping her eyes ad she clenched the shirt fabric onto her heart. It hurt. An undiscrebable pain. Miyoung sobbed harder and irregularly. She tried to catch her breath but she couldn't. She couldn't even breath. Her chest, her throat were in burning. It was as if a hellish fire was igniting, blazing, flaring inside her body. She was choking, suffocating even.
But most of all, she was scared. She was scared he was here. She was scared he would find her. She was scared history would repeat itself. She was scared she wouldn't calm down. She was scared her panic attack wouldn't stop. She was terrified.
"Miyoung?" Someone called. "Oh my god!"
The Gim girl looked up and though her blurry vision, distinguished the silhouette of Sujin.
"Hey, it's going to be okay, you hear me?" Sujin soothed.
"I-I can't b-breath..."
"Listen to me, you're going to be okay. You're safe. I'm here with you, I'm note leaving you," She patted Miyoung's back. "Inhale and exhale. You can do it Gim Mi,"
