Nine lives || Lee Felix

Again and again

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I like dying. It's refreshing. I did it again just to escape from the problems of life. The pain kinda just... numbed.

3 lives left and I couldn't care less. I was ready to take another one. I shattered some random window from a shop that had closed for the day. The moonlight hung on my sleeve, colouring me in a mellow, light glow. I picked up a shard of glass. It was pretty. It fit in the palm in my hand perfectly like I was meant to hold it. The sharp edges dug into my skin even though my grip was loose. I felt the warmth of blood trickle down my arm and smirked, a small, bitter chuckle escaping my lips. I saw my reflection in the glass and my blood smudged in the places where my fingers had slightly moved.

I held the glass above my head and looked through it as it made the moon seem red. I heard a worried female voice behind me as steps came closer but I didn't look back. I already knew it was her. Y/N.

"Felix?! Are you okay? W-What happened?" Her voice was shaky and uneven. The words wavered as she spoke.

"Why do you seem worried? Or are you terrified?" I brought my arm down and turned to look at her. Her expression did indeed seem shocked. "You look ugly when you're scared." I said nonchalantly, a small smile painted on my face like a mask of fake emotions.

"Excuse me? I care about you and I'm wor-"

"Don't." I cut her off. I didn't want to hear her statements of false hope. I got straight to the point, turning around and looking back at the moon as I heard her footsteps approach my side. "I have three lives left."

"What?! How-"

"I don't give a damn about however many I take." I looked back at her, meeting her eyes that glistened with tears that threatened to fall. "Life isn't worth living if you're not in my future." I kept the smile and walked off. She just simply stood there, perplexity and apprehension written over her face as she watched my retreating figure in the distance.

That night, routine took over me. I couldn't bring myself to die in front of her but I still did it when I could. The moon was trapped outside, watchful eyes no longer peering into my life as entered the bathroom and admired my desired weapon that I had taken home with me. I sat in the bathtub, the scene looking like something out of a movie as I cut a pretty picture into my chest and purposefully bled out till I drew my last breath.

I was met with a familiar dark abyss when I opened my eyes. Ah, dear holiday destination. I sat up on the mirrored floor and breathed in the boring aroma of nothingness before speaking in a cheerful tone that contrasted with the dark surroundings.

"Hello afterlife. Hey, I've got a request. Can that hug last a bit longer this time?"

... No answer.

"Thanks."

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