From a butterfly to a butterfly, it was somehow hard to believe that two kids could be so love foolish. Falling in love at first sight, maybe love wasn't as dreamy as it seemed. After all, with the crap they've been through, the two ex-lovers will a...
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"DON'T BE ANGERED JUST TO HIDE YOUR PAIN."
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FEBRUARY 16, 2015 — 18:10 PM
I could only stare at his unconscious body. I blinked once at the last minute, but no tears came out of my eyes. Yesterday I had cried until daylight, which caused me to be worn out and exhausted. I haven't slept, though—maybe because if I slept, he'd be gone.
I don't know how to feel. I shouldn't blame myself, but I do. Mr. Jung would tell me not to blame myself—but the rest would know it's my fault. I haven't gone to school, mom doesn't care where I am. I don't care where I am, either—as long as I'm by Beomgyu's side.
The doctors said he'll live, that there was no total damage to his body and brain—all he has are a few bruises and a broken arm and leg. As if anything would change the fact that I'm drowning in guilt, I can't even touch him. I felt like if I did, he'd shatter and cry like stained glass. I was wrong for him. He deserved better.
But maybe... I did too.
No, no, Yihwa. You're victimizing yourself, stop that. Stop all of that, STOP IT.
You're going to lose it before you can ever say sorry to this boy, to the lover of your life. The color had faded from his face—he was lifeless. I hated how I caused it. God, you didn't Yihwa, please, please stop blaming yourself... but we know it's true.
"Hyung!" Large footsteps and advances were made from afar, steps crashing down the hallway before the door slammed open. It's oddly quiet the moment the four entered, but I knew that from the way I couldn't bear to look at them or turn to them—that they knew.
Someone grabbed my collar, turning me around as I stood up. I couldn't look at Taehyun, my eyes still falling adrift to an unconscious Beomgyu. "What the FUCK did you do to him?! Why the FUCK IS HYUNG LAYING ON THIS BED WITH BANDAGES ON HIM!?"
"Taehyun, stop—" Yeonjun tried to intervene, but Taehyun roughly pushed him away. I had nothing to tell them. It was my fault, it was always my fault. "Did you tell him..." I instantly glanced at the raging Taehyun, blinking slightly at him. I showed no emotion yet I was grieving inside, masking it all away with the anger that turmoiled inside me...
