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~ MINHO'S POV -

Everything felt dark. No. Everything was dark. Literally, everything. All my surroundings were nothing but black. I could see nothing more than a dark sky and an almost invisible land. And I was.. laying down on the ground? Why, though?

I sat up and looked around, finding nothing but the continuing void colored with black. It was suffocating, and I was definitely starting to hate this.

I sighed as I ruffled my hair in utter annoyance. "Hello!??" My voice echoed in the place and it ringed very loudly, making me close my ears.

"Is everyone here, literally, anyone??!!" My voice again echoed even more loudly as before, which made me close my ears even further.

Well, this is great.

I stood up and started walking to find any source of light in whatever place this was. I had a lingering feeling that this might be a dream, most probably a nightmare.

I was still walking ahead and it felt like I was only walking in one place; as if I were on a treadmill and nothing is moving except of my legs.

Finally it felt like I was walking when I saw a figure approaching me and getting closer to me as I walked. I stopped when the figure and I were at a safe distance.

But there was one thing I noticed. The boy, as I figured, that was standing in front of me had dislocated arms, as if they were broken. And blood was dripping down his ears and arms. His clothes were ripped, and his hair looked disheveled.

"Are you okay? Do you need help?" My voice echoed again, but this time it was very low and quiet because I had spoken in a normal and low voice.

The boy slowly turned around and locked his shockingly numb and careless eyes with mine, which were painted with astonishment, to say the least.

I was shocked, purely shocked. My eyes filled with tears suddenly. Cold goosebumps rushed down my spine and across my arms. My breathing picked up an inhumane pace as my whole body shook in grief.

The boy.. was Jisung.

"J-Jisung, I-"

"Why didn't you come to save me that day." His unusual angry voice interrupted me, making me stop in my track of going forward to help him. He's not like this, not at all, never.

"Why didn't you COME TO SAVE ME THAT DAY!?" He repeated in a more demanding and angry voice as he pointed to himself, making me flinch at the shouting.

I took a step back in fear as I still looked in his eyes. "Let m-me explain-"

"No, Minho. Just stop it. I thought you cared! I FUCKING THOUGHT YOU CARED!! Why couldn't you stop her right at Eunjoo's house!? WHY?! SHE FUCKING TRIED TO KILL ME!!!"

"Hannie, p-please. S-Stop shouting-"

"DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!" He forcefully and angrily pushed me back, making me fall and suddenly, a cliff had appeared behind me. I tripped down but quickly and subconsciously grabbed on the edge.

"I won't ever, EVER forgive you for what happened on that day. It's ALL YOUR FAULT!" He pointed at me, his voice getting louder and louder, and his voice piercingly echoing in the place, with every minute passing.

It's all my fault.. His voice ringed in my ears; my fingers were slowly letting go. He kept shouting at me, the same, vicious things, all over again.

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