𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 ⋆˚ ༘ * 𝐤. 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏

Morality is a strange thing. It is merely a set of principles that distinguishes right from wrong. However, who's to say it even is an absolute truth? It is possible that morality only arose with the emergence of religion. It is not far-fetched, after all, would morality still exist if religion is eradicated? Some might answer yes, some might say no. But the thing is, morality is a hoax. It fails to consider the nuances of a situation.

Like right now, are you considered morally corrupted if you want to kill? Maybe kill is not the best word. To kill is to take away life from someone. The action you were considering is more of not giving it. Is it termination? Abortion?

As you stare at yourself in the mirror in front of you, you felt nothing but disdain. Your hair was extremely disheveled, your mascara became one with the tears rolling down your cheeks and your face was all flushed.

What have you become? If it is possible, your knuckles are already white from how hard you were gripping on the edge of the countertop. If it wasn't for your hushed cries of despair, the bathroom would be completely void of sound.

This is it.

It's all over for you.

Your dreams and aspirations became nothing more than a vain fantasy.

All the sleepless nights you have spent studying and training just went down the drain.

And it's all just because of one huge mistake.

On the other side of the bathroom door, stood your pink-haired friend, Mina. Her soft knocks and calls for your name could be heard yet you barely even noticed it. Despite the silence inside the bathroom—excluding your cries and the sounds coming from Mina—the noise could not be more loud.

It was like the floodgates of your thoughts crumbled down and you were left drowning. It's deafening to say the least and you have no idea how to silence them.

"Are you okay? Please answer me..." Your gaze shifted from your reflection to the wooden door that separated you from your friend. Her voice was meek and you are sure that the sound of your cries could be heard on the other side. "Can you please open the door? I want to make sure you're alright."

It seemed that her voice brought you out of your reverie and you tried your best to fight the crippling fear that paralyzed you from head to toe. Slowly, you made your way towards the door. With your hands shaking, you reached for the doorknob and twisted it.

Before the door was even fully opened, Mina frantically barged inside the bathroom.

You did not have to utter a word—Mina already knew. After all, it was her who pointed out the facts.

It was impossible for you to meet her eyes because you were deeply ashamed. Of yourself, of what you did, of what you were planning to do. You have no care for the leering eyes and vicious comments of most people. But this is Mina. Someone you respect and value. Someone you were hoping to never disappoint because she managed to stick with you through thick and thin.

When your mother passed away back when you were in first year; when you went through your first heartbreak; when you were having problems with your father—she had always been there. She was by your side, supporting you in every highs and lows.