She saw a portrait.
It's a boy on the verge of tears, kneeling before a lady on her 30s' while cupping her face like he's been attempting to wake her up.
But she never woke up. Her eyes might be awake, but her whole presence isn't.
She saw the lady's eyes.
She's been staring at an unknown panorama forever. But her eyes were full of sympathy and pity on it.
She saw his eyes.
It's begging her to come to her senses. His eyes looks so afraid and terrified of the things happening. He felt like giving up.
She saw her own hands.
It's full of blood.
And after sorting these vague questions inside her head, She realized one thing.
What She's seeing before her wasn't a portrait nor a dream,
It was reality, exhibiting before her.
The boy caught her eyes and once in her entire life had she never saw a pair of eyes glaring with pure hatred. Like a flash in the wind, he pushed her against a wall and gripped her neck tightly.
I can't breathe.
But I deserve it.
"Im... sorry." She whispered in between catching and begging for breath.
"Do you think a fucking sorry is enough?! If you saw me attempting to kill your family and I said sorry, Would you let me off that easily?!" He screamed with infuriation. She can't speak anymore, for her breath is dissolving, and she's close to death.
"I trusted you,
But people are just the same." He furiously said with gritted teeth and a gained force added on the grip.
Look behind your back! She tried to scream those phrases at him but it came out as a whimper.
She tried and tried to let those words out yet nothing came. Her heartbeat increased its pace in every steps the masked man took towards her sister.
He raised the knife.
Jimin, Im sorry.
Those where the words she wished she have said to him before as he saw blood flooding through their feet.
The blood wasn't from Areum's hands.
It wasn't from her head also.
"Don't look!" She shouted at him, feeling his grip from her neck faltering as his attention sheer to the flowing red liquid.
The blood was from his sister's whom he said he'd be writing a song for.
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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...
