Her knees were trembling.
It was getting weaker and weaker every single second.
She felt like a completely different person, She felt sick, She felt like a murderer.
Well, after this, I am a murderer.
Even though how much of an asshole my family is, even though they call me useless and even though they don't appreciate my existence, I'm still doing this for them.
But killing someone you don't know is the hardest thing to do.
Placidly opening the back door of the house, A woman in what seems like she's in her 30s' is sitted by the window, staring far away with a blank expression.
Areum gather up her courage, slowly walked towards her back as if her decisions is perceiving her steps.
It is a battle between courage and her body.
She held the knife up.
"Please..." Areum said, whispering to her.
I can't kill people.
Even her hands are trembling so much that she reckon it might fall.
"Please escape. and I'll tell him that i didn't see you here."
I just can't kill someone who haven't done wrong to me.
But she didn't budge, nor look , nor speak.
"I-if you don't want to die, then please do it... before he comes and check." Everything in Areum was trembling, for she can't bear the sight of death.
Yet Again, the woman didn't move at all and It felt like she's talking to the air.
The desensitized voice of the masked boy reminisced in her currently disarrayed brain,
' "End her life, easy as that." '
It wasn't easy, not even once...
But her family's life is in line.
She raised the knife with her eyes closed, letting the tears that has been struggling to escape, fall.
"I'm sorry." She quietly whispered to what seemed like the last words the woman will hear.
In an apaced sheer of the knife, The tip was about to pierce the chine of the lady until a tenacious blow hit the side of Areum's head.
Her sight wasn't vivid as she sprawled on the floor, her hands trembling while touching her bleeding side head.
Before she lose consciousness, She caught a glimpse of a boy with a broken bottle in his hand.
Jimin.
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When He fell in Love // J I M I N
Kurzgeschichten"He tried to hate her in a way he wouldn't be affected if she was hurt- but he just couldn't help it- he loved it how her eyes pierce his own, he loved it how she's brave as a lion, how she smiled, how she cried. Perhaps, he loved every single thing...
