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I snuck out to the roof top
I lost all my will to live it feels absolutely awful. Terrifyingly hideous. Monstrously painful, or physically or emotionally. Either is terrible. Rather it's better to have a hideously painful death in the physical sense than it is to slowly slip away, in which case the last few weeks of my life are characterized by a deep sadness, and a profound terror of the unknown.
my thoughts were awakened by sirens and a boy calling my name trying to wake me up. i felt like a broken doll i couldn't feel anything except his hands on my face.
The boy widened his eyes, "dahyun! dahyun!!"
A lot of people held him tight and he saw dahyun struggle to breathe. He cried as both them made an eye contact. she stared at him softly. "Please, I will give you everything just don't....take her." He begged. she couldn't breath anymore she smiled for the last time
everything when blurry
He widened his eyes and screamed her name.
But she didn't move an inch at all.
"She's gone now, Taehyung."
"Am I dead?"
The first words that rise above your cloudy thoughts find their answer immediately, eyes slowly opening as they grow accustomed to the colors, too bright, too vibrant. Almost resonating in my ears, the images twirl in seamless waves, gradually forming shapes and lines as i blink repeatedly.
The world unveils right in front of you, and even though the scenery feels familiar, there's something outlandish about it, about the way the people walk and speak and laugh, as if the world that you used to hold between your fingers was snatched right out of your hands. I feel like an intruder, like a watcher of the humans that walk past you without giving you a second glance.
I suppose that in some way, you are a watcher. The memories you hold of the afterlife are faint and blurry, as if coming back to the human world made them break into tiny pieces, glimpses of unearthly shapes and colors. I still managed to hold onto some small remnants of the other world, words and fuzzy reflections forming in my mind as i try to recall the conversations you had with the ethereal beings, whose faces you're unable to remember.
The only thing you know is that you're dead, and that the human world does not belong to you anymore.
"Taehyung, hurry, let's go."
The harsh, whispered words are too loud in your ears, and I turn towards the source of the voice, my previous confusion only growing bigger as my eyes fixate on the boys that are exiting a store in hurried steps. My eyes zone in on the tallest of them, dirty blonde hair caressed by the wind as he gives his two friends a bright, boxy smile.
hey my loves 🥰✨ thats the end of the story
the part 2 is Hands Of An Angel , ive already updated it so you can check it out also its gonna be really short . (ps i got the idea from hotel del luna)
i hope you enjoyed this story , pls look forward to my new story😊❤.
