SHEEP | MINSUNG✔

15.

He couldn't breathe.

His heart was beating quickly.

His eyes were burning from the amount of tears and his hands were shaking.

His head hurt and mind went blank.

His jisung was nowhere to be seen. No one was calming him.

He couldn't make it anymore. He took his pack of cigarettes, lighter, phone and went outside. For a few seconds he was running, but then he started to feel sick, so he stopped to catch some breath.

"Why..." he said. He walked for a few minutes till he arrived to a bridge.

He sat on the edge of the bridge looking down. He pulled out the pack of cigarettes and lighter.

When he lit the cigarette and put the cigarette in between his lips, he felt littlebit better.

"Why does every nice thing needs to end. God... you just want me to be unhappy." He started sobbing again.

"So it happened huh." Someone said behind him.

Minho turned around to see the woman from the store.

"How did you know, I was here?" He asked.

"I didn't. This is my way home." She said.

"Miss... I don't know if you're the person, that I should be talking with about this..." he paused. "... I wanna die." He looked down into the water. "I wasn't suicidal lately... but it's all back."

"We all have a place, where we feel like we belong. Does deth feel like a 'home' to you?" She asked.

"No... -not really..."

"Think of it as a trip... something you would like to visit... but home is still your home and you would like to come back at some point. Wouldn't you... lee minho." She said.

"How do you know my name?" Minho asked.

"I saw your identity card earlier when you ware buying cigarettes. But anyways... what is 'home' to you?" She was right, but what is 'home' to him.

Right now he was confused and unsure. He didn't wanted to have false hopes, so he just kept quiet.

"You're finding out... I see. Do what do you think is good for you. But try to find your home first." She said watching the ocean.

As she was watching the ocean, minho could see scars on her arm covered with tattoos. He didn't say anything about it and looked away.

"Don't worry. I don't mind you looking at it. It happened and I'm fine with people talking about it. I grew up from it." She was about the same age as minho maybe little bit older, her whole arms ware tattooed, she had pearcings in her brows, nose, lips, tongue... her hair was dark black with bleached bangs.

"Could you tell me something about yourself? How should I call you?" Minho said clearly interested.

"I am Kira." She said. "I mean... its not my real name, but it sounds better." She said.

"Kira sounds pretty cool." Minho said.

"Thanks. So... yeah... at some point, my mentality was shit. Something like yours. My partner nearly choked me, my parents abused me,... its a lot." She said with a monotone voice not looking too hurt by it. "But the thing is... even if I forgave them. All of them,... God wouldn't." She said.

Minho was listening to her like a little boy interested in everything, that she says.

"The girl he was dating before me was actually choked to death. He then threw her on a garden from his neighbor. Funny story actually..."

"I'm just interested... is this your way of coping with all of this, or is this... how you actually feel about all of this."

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An.; decided to include some things I heard as a post office worker :)