Exo Imagines

Lay- Sad

It had been years, and _____ had been friends with Lay for all that time. They had been inseperable, and everybody knew that. They also had quarrels, but they both admitted their feelings with eachother.

"Lay!" _____ screeched. Tears were streaming down her face, and she ran into her dear friend's embrace. He patted the back of her head to calm her down.

"Shh, what's wrong?" Lay whispered multiple times into _____'s ear. She just shook her head and collapsed. Lay picked her up and comforted her for more before asking her again.

YOUR POV:

I had always had a crush on Kim Jongdae at school, but today, I had confessed. It admittedly is hard to keep these feelings inside you when the school heartthrob teases you everyday.

CHANGE OF POV

"K-Kim J-Jongdae oppa?" you flinched as the words escaped from your lips in stuttering clatter. You had never had the ability to maintain your coolness in your voice talking to others.

You knew Chen was in the vocal room, you fell for him half because of his beautiful voice that echoed off the walls in class when he laughed.

You pushed open the door quietly, and widened your eyes in shock when you saw your best friend kissing Chen.

It was unfair to you. Your friend knew about your huge crush on Chen, and she knew that you would confess to him sooner or later, so she beat you to him.

Life was always this unfair to you, and you hated it. Never had you been able to confess, all those feelings were stolen.

Without any thought, you ran away to Lay, knowing he was the only friend who you could trust with this love life stuff.

You and Lay ended up spending hours sitting on your couch and he let you cry out your feelings. You even let him into your room while you changed clothes.

"I wonder what he's doing in my room, alone?" You laugh happily as you change into comfy clothes rather than your school uniform. You also wash your face to cleanse off dried tears and help you freshen up.

You emerged from the bathroom with a sigh, feel I your lungs feel satisfied after crying for so long with Lay by your side. A small amount of regret washed over you, as you probably held Lay back from doing something important.

But after all, Lay was your best friend, and you were always there for him and he was there for you. Ot was a mutual friendship, and it was the best friendship. Pondering over feelings for Lay, you approached the door to your room.

You pushed open your door, and walked in on Lay reading something dearest to you. The thoughts that you hsd thought right be for left your brain.

"Lay!" you screeched. You grabbed the book from his hands and clutched it to your chest. You angrily pointed at the door.

"Out."

LAY'S POV

While _____ was changing, I noticed a small white book on he edge of her night table. Curiosity overcame me and I grabbed the book and opened it.

A diary. I thought. I laughed as I read through her memories that she wrote about me. Until I ran into yesterday's entry.

Dear Diary,
I feel as diary writing is getting much too outdated for someone my age. Maybe this will be my last entry. My brain can absorb thw next memories to come.

Today, I saw Chen again, but this time, my heart didn't flutter, and butterflies didn't swarm my stomach. I didn't give him my genuine smile, the smile Lay always said he loved. I didn't feel anything anymore. Maybe I am tired of his constant nagging towards me.

I didn't feel anything for Chen anymore, but what 're scared me was that I was falling for L-

I was startled as the book was shut and forcefully pulled from my hands. It was ______. She had tears in her eyes and I knew I had made a mistake.

I didn't hear anything as she pointed at the door, and I walked sluggishly out. I couldn't believe it. I knew ______ was sensitive about her privacy, and I knew it well.

DAYS LATER

______ ______ reported suicide. Involvement in why she committed suicide remains unknown. Family and friends please come and help in discovering.

The word echoed in Lay's brain. He memorized a shortcut to her house, and he was the first person there. He quickly ran to her room, ignored the hanging rope, and grabbed the white book.

He read the last entry, ignoring the entry he had never been able to finish that fateful day.

Dear Diary,
This, I for sure know, will be my final diary entry. My best friend betrayed me by reading this book. He took it and read it. He knew I hated when people were nosy with my privacy. But he read my diary.

I really thought I had feelings for someone I had a chance with, but Lay betrayed me. He didn't listen. He didn't care.

Diary, I'm going to leave. I'm not going to stay. What worth is there? I don't want to live alone, and nobody loves me. Sounds stupid but it's true.

I truly know what others say when they want to die because of love. I used to think it was overreactions but it wasn't.

I wish Lay knew I loved him.

But if he pokes his nose into this entry soon enough, I'll be dead by then. I'll be free, and no more love problems for me. No sirree.

Goodbye, Diary.

Lay cried. He couldn't believe his stupid mistake. tears streamed down his face as he hit the wall in rage.

All my fault. His mind screamed at him, and he couldn't breathe properly. It was all his fault after all.

Lay ran out, ripping that entry out to keep. He didn't want anybody to discover that he was the cause. He didn't want to live with that burden.

He left the diary strategically in the sink, to smear her ink so nobody would discover. He ran home and cried, placing the diary notes close to his chest.

But he didn't read the last page of her diary. The entry he should have preserved with his life. Not thw entry her shoulder have destroyed.

He didn't read the entry that it took her the longest to write, the most difficult to write, the most heartfelt thing she had written.

Lay, I still love you.