Fearless | Kim Joon Goo

Chapter 23

Goo's POV

"No, no, no, Amira. Don't die on me, baby." I whisper against her temple. "I haven't told you how much I love you."

They say true love's kiss will bring the sleeping awake, then how many time shall I kiss her cold lips? Is my love not true enough to bring her back to my life?

My love, my life, my princess, is dead and cold. I wasn't able to do anything but stand and see her fell to the ground.

Slowly, I took her body, that was starting to become stiff, and placed her to my car. I let the heater on so that maybe she won't feel that cold before I went to the driver's seat.

Biting my lips till it bleed, I lay my head to the head rest of my car seat. My eyes went to where my Amira is, my Y/N.

She's pale, almost turning blue, yet she still like a blooming flower in my eyes. My hands move on their own, touching the cold cheeks of my Amira. How I yearn to hold her dear while she was yet alive.

A tear fell from my eyes, which I quickly wipe. Amira would laugh at me if she sees me crying. Chuckling at my ridiculous thought.

A blinding light hit my eyes. It was Gun's, that motherfucker has not left yet? The door opened and he walks towards my car. Sighing, I rolled my car windows down.

Gun, on the other hand, looked at me and took hi phone out of his pocket. "He's hear. I can confirm that he is having another episode of hallucination."

I heard Gun say. What in the hell is he even talking about? Hallucinations and episodes? I think he is on drugs.

"Yes, he was from the 3rd Affiliate. I assume he had consume some type of drugs." He continues.

I rolled my eyes. There he is again. How many times do I have to clear that I don't take drugs? My Amira will be mad at me if she finds out.

Shutting my eyes closed, I took a deep breath. Already expecting what will happen next, a thin needle struck my neck.

Slowly opening my heavy eyes, I muttered, "Fucking, bitch."

Gun ignored me and withdraw his hand that was holding a needle. He opened my car door and made me stood up. With some of my stengths left, I walked my self a little wobbly towards his car.

"This is the 12th time, Goo. When are you going to stop?" I heard him ask as soon as he gots in to the driver seat.

"What do you mean? I ain't doing anything, Gun." I mumbled.

"You know damn well what I mean, Goo. Y/N is long gone, let her go." He replied, starting the engine. "I lessen the dose on you, you might die if it was on point."

I snorted, "Dead, because you killed her."

Gun sighs, "I didn't kill her, Goo. We both know who did."

What Gun said made me close my mouth shut. Clenching my jaws in frustration. "Whatever, wake me up if we're at the hospital."

It has been long years that I had lost my Amira, I don't know how long, I don't want to know. Ever since, I was diagnosed with schizophrenia.

I have been daydreaming it all. All those days and moments with her were made up by my own mind.

The truth that I have been denying, I killed my Amira. She killed herself because of me. She chose to die than be with me.

Around 3 years ago, when Gun and I were told to gain control over Big Deal. While Gun was busy with negotiating with Sinu and his two minions, there I saw a lady hiding, peeping from the old wooden wall. She looked like she was just a year younger than I was.