It was as if her whole existence was that of a butterfly - beautiful, carefree, joyful. Then it all fell apart and that beauty, carefree nature, and joy dissipated into the never ending abyss.
Cue the betrayal of a moth.
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"It's hard to be with s...
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___ tw: mention of slight gore and trauma. ___
Hayoon sat in front of his therapist, anxiously playing with the bracelets on his wrist. He had just been released from the hospital - he was sore. "I think she's mentally ill."
"Chisoo?"
"No," the boy shook his head. "Dajung."
"That's quite a thing to say as soon as you finally open up." She stated.
"She pushed Chisoo into the road, in front of a moving car." He confessed, looking over at her with what she would describe as guilty eyes.
"Did you help her?"
Hayoon shook his head. "I didn't know what to do. Her brother helped her," and at the look on her face, he reiterated, "her adoptive brother."
His therapist slowly nodded her head. "Did you reach out to her after that? Or vice versa?"
"I called her when my appendix bursted and asked her to stay with me," he closed his eyes in embarrassment, understanding how selfish it was when it came out of his mouth. "And she obviously told me no."
"And how are you doing physically?"
"Okay, I guess." He shrugged.
"Let's move on for a moment," she tapped her pen against her folder, seeing that Hayoon was losing focus. "What else has Dajung done?"
"She accused Chisoo of slaughtering her family."
The room fell silent for a moment.
"And how was that handled?"
"Chisoo shut it down to the best of her ability," Hayoon rubbed his eyes, frustration starting to bubble. "But Dajung doesn't know when to stop - isn't this supposed to be about me?"
His therapist took a breath, understanding that he wanted the subject changed. "What has been bothering you, Hayoon?"
"The fact that I can't go back in time and go to the hospital that night. I didn't go because I was scared of seeing her all mangled, and now I wish I would've shown her that I was so crazily in love with her, because now I see that scar on her neck and I want to kiss it better," he was choking up at the thought of his love being done with him. "Now she doesn't even want me near her."
"Talk to her, Hayoon. Keep it calm and civil," she said, a sense of demand in her tone. "Or try your hardest to move on without closure."
