🤍, 𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀.
"people throw rocks at things who shine."
in which she was comforted by him, not knowing she might encounter him in her life again.
♡₊˚ ・₊ ♪
a choi beomgyu ff.
"This is the last time I'm asking you why You break my heart in the blink of an eye, eye, eye"
• the last time. taylor swift.
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Chapter One, tulip.
˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗
CLOSING her eyes, she breathed in the fresh air. She sighed seeing her phone bombarded with messages.
She wanted to cry. But she couldn't. She's tired of living.
Turning off her phone, she breathed in silence. As wind rushed through the locks of her hair. Her cheeks stained with dry tears, and she smiled.
Proud of herself that even with her life being filled with problems, she didn't think of killing herself.
That's just a way to leave all problems of life, Yunhee. You need to fight them to live in a better way. Life is always better.
And how fondly she remembers her father's words in these situations, giving her motivation.
She couldn't live there. She couldn't live with her mother. A mother who never cared. After her father's death, she couldn't live there. She has lost way too much. And after losing her beloved, the only one who kept here living in that household, she left.
And now she's there, far away from her mother. Near her university, her mother didn't bother to pay for. After her father, it was always her aunt. Who was in contrast with her sister.
She owed her aunt way too much to live with her too.
Wandering around in the dark night, she messaged her friend she's fine. And asked d her to help find a dorm in the university.
The lump in her throat bothered her. She's been alive for her father who left. But can't do it anymore.
"I'm sorry father," Yunhee muttered before taking the sharp glass she's been staring at the ground for the past twenty minutes. Contemplating whether to listen to her father, or apologize to him.
And before she could press the glass deeper onto her soft skin, someone snatched it from her hand. "What are you doing!? Are you out of your mind?" Someone, more like a guy, shouted.
He couldn't understand why would she want to kill herself.
She broke down into tears, as she saw her attempt of trying to end her life, significant on her blooded wrist.
