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☆Minho's POV 05:56☆
Why am I still here?
It's not like anyone wants me.
There'll be nothing to miss when I'm gone.
The soft breeze on my face cascaded against my rosy cheeks and swept the black hair from my eyes.
Emptiness fought with the clutter of my head as the water below the bridge continued to flow mercilessly for any who fell behind current. The water rippled as raindrops broke the surface tension. The sky was painted a beautiful orange sorbet with the sun gleaming in all it's glory low on the horizon, casting speckled reflections on the surging tides in the water below.
Humans are supposed to feel; so why can't I?
...
Am I even human?
I understood the harm in no-good-words and how damaging they are to my plummeting esteem, but the steep loneliness makes it challenging to converse as that's the only topic I seem to know. The shallow achievements I've accomplished, to the illegal felonies I've committed, my brain has always settled on inhumane ordeals that persuade me to end it all. I have no purpose in life - so what's the point? I relaxed my arms on the chilling steel of the bridge railing, suspending myself over the edge and parallel to the water. I inhaled the damp spring air as my eyelids fell flush with sopping eyelashes dusting my high cheekbones.
"Noona!"
"Super Min! What are you doing here, bud? Shouldn't you be at home?" The little boys smile seemed to fall with the tears down his plump cheeks. The wind increased, brushing his virgin black hair into his eyes and picking up the red cape draped along his back for it to sway in the breeze. "I-I don't want to go h-home!" He wailed, fear taking place of sorrow. "M-Mommy hates me!" "Oh, Min." The older sister approached with arms wide. She crouched for the young boy to embrace her like it's the last day on the blue Earth. " Your mother doesn't hate you," she pulled away to look into the poor boys red eyes that glistened in the dusk light. " she must've had a cruddy day." "B-but she said so herself!" Minho shuffled back, an offended face teasing the tears that were presumably infinite falling from his milk chocolate eyes. "What'd she say to you, Super Min?" The older sisters face flipped to a rather earnest one, eyebrows furrowing to crease her forehead.
