Ghost of You | Gunsu

第1章

Here i am waking up,
still can't sleep on your side.

.

the emptiness on the other side of the bed brought drastic pain to the saddened boy. the precious memories shared between the two lovers would never be forgotten.

a pained sigh escaped his lips as he stood on his shaking legs, forcing himself to face the enormous mirror placed in front of his bed. he only found the most heart shattering reflection in return.

he scanned every part of his face. he acknowledged how hollow his cheeks looked, how fragile he came to be in just a week. the boy looked so tired and drained out. his lips looked less full, his skin becoming a pale color.

he honestly looked like a zombie. there was nothing he would do about it. he felt he deserved every pain and torture he does to himself.

his friends would always tell him different. he was still curious as to why they still showed him so much care and love after he tried pushing them away. but he would never ask them that.

he should be thankful for having the best friends he could possibly ask for. but it was hard for him to accept any positive in his life right now, the reason for his smile and bright nature was gone. leaving nothing but painful memories behind.

a ring softly broke the silence as he shook his head, turning his head to stop awkwardly staring at his broken appearance taking small steps towards his phone.

his eyes scanned his phone to see the caller id. the boy would let our a shaky breath before answering, "hello?"

the phone in the fragile boys' hand would give out a gasp of a voice he knew. he tried his hardest to stay focused and listen.

"Jungsu! hey, please tell me you're okay."

"mhm i'm, fine, no need to worry," although jungsu knew he was lying as his voice gave out his state. but he didn't want his friend to worry more than they probably already are. jungsu should handle this on his own.

"You're voice is telling me different.."

"seungmin, look i said, im fine"

"you know you can tell the truth to me,"

and at that jungsu ended the call. the fragile boy honestly couldn't talk about his problems, not right now, not ever. he wasn't in the mood for it.

he knew he shouldn't be angry with seungmin who was trying to help but the ongoing voices in his head was giving him a headache. his breathing would stop for only a second before he stood up again, somehow falling to the floor a second ago.

he'd just stare at the ground, tears subconsciously flooding down his cheeks.

"why.."

he sniffled violently before shaking his head wiping away his tears.

his stomach would growl loudly in hunger. he honestly doesn't remember when he last had a proper meal. his meals either consisted of nothing or anything small he could find. he couldn't find the need or care to take care of himself now.

the pain was unbearable
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iyens note ; update yes! it's short but- it's here! i might do a double update today, depends on how much my braincells will work but uhh yeah! 😔

+ how are you sweets? and go eat if you haven't<3

[edit] : hello again . it's still a bit shorter ( my brains not working properly again- ) but thank you for reading this very messy angst story <3