P.s I love you

Chapter 17: Dreams

*Kim's P.O.V*

His strong arms bounded me in his grips as he moved me swiftly around the room. The heat from his body immersed with mine and we became one with movement. I could feel his chest rise and fall as it collided with mine and at that moment, there was nothing else existent but us. He craned his neck until his cheek met mine. His strong but steady breaths collided with my shoulder sending shivers down my spine. My face heated up as my heart raced. I felt his lips softly brush my ear as he came near it.

"Oh, and P.S.." He said is a low seductive voice (even though when he started a sentence with that it was usually an insult). "I love you." He bought his face in front of mine,the only space between us was created by our touching noses. I felt him remove one of his hands behind my head then... BANG!!!

I opened my eyes and rubbed the back of my head in pain. "Owwww..." I moaned as I looked over to Ash Lee who sat next to me unimpressed. "How can you even fall asleep on a bus?" He asked me boldly. I didn't reply and just looked out the window.

We were the only ones on the bus. So many chairs and yet he still insisted on sitting next to me. I guess he was just sucking up to me because he forced me to dance. That thought reminded me of the dream I had just had and I'd almost gagged at the memory. How could I even think of something as disgusting as that?

I scrunched my face up and that caught Ash Lee's attention. "What's wrong?" He asked amazingly looking genuinely interested. "It's nothing." I whispered as I leaned my head back on the window. The rest of the bus ride was spent in silence.

No matter how hard I tried I just couldn't get that dream out of my mind.

*Ash Lee's P.O.V*

She looked beautiful. Standing there with her wavy hair framing her face and her beaming smile. She walked towards me and it almost seemed like she had a slight, non-existent wind that only blew for her. I too approached and we met half way. I took her hand and slowly snaked the other one around her slim waist, pulling her closer to me until our hips met. She rested her head on my chest as we glided smoothly around the room. It was at that moment I was most afraid that she would hear the rapid beating of my heart as I immersed in her beauty.

"Can you promise me something?" She asked softly, her head still resting against my chest. "Promise me that your heart will only ever, beat for me."  Her words struck me like a bullet. Then all of a sudden I was falling. Falling into a dark hole that never ended. Her words replayed over and over in my mind. The guilt and the memory of her and how I was falling another girl.

Suddenly I had hit the ground and I was in a bland apartment complex. "Hello..." I called out only to hear my words echo throughout the empty space. The White Walls made me feel nauseous as the anxiety I had kept contained began to take over my body. It was as if the loneliness and guilt of leaving her was eating me up.

I could hear footsteps outside. I jumped up on my feet and retreated to the door, and there she was. Tears stained her face as her mascara ran down in lines that resembles branches. She was wearing the jumper that I had given her last summer and it was only now that I realised it was poring down with rain.

It was almost like I was living this moment, again. She held the gun in her left hand and slowly bought it her her head. "You promised me..." She said with a croaked voice. "You promised!" She collapsed onto her knees and cried out in pain and I ran to her and embraced her telling her not to leave me, not again. She could only cry and softly beat my back as she cursed me. She pushed me away and stood up, then pulled the trigger.

It was as if every thing was in slow motion. I tried to reach for her but she only fell back. She was out of my reach. Her life slipped through my fingers like sand. The last thing I heard her whisper to me was "P.s I love you..." Her body hit the water of the pool and the water turned from clear to a crimson red. I dropped to my knees and cried out in pain. It almost hurt as much as the first time.

My eyes shot open as I sat up in my bed. My body was covered in sweat and my hair stuck to my face. I buried my face into my hands and cried. I cried and cried and cried. It has been the first time I had cried since the incident. It was almost as if I had forgotten how to, and yet now I sat alone in my room and wept like a child when I had thought I had no tears left to shed.

~ 4:30 AM ~

My clock read. I got out of bed and walked over to the bath room. I turned on the tap and splashed the cold water against my face. I looked into the mirror, and saw my former self. I'd promised myself I'd never go back to this state.

But I guess the past does have a good habit of repeating itself.

*Mark's P.O.V*

I put my phone into my pocket after getting out of the car and thanking the driver. Kimmy was really lucky to have such great wealth like that. I wish the my family could have lived as comfortable as that. I sighed as I made my way through the gates of my apartment complex. I punched in my passcode and went inside. The place was pretty small and bare. It wasn't really something that I could call home. Well, not yet al least. Although it was empty and lonely, I was grateful that I even had a roof over my head.

I walked into my room then made my way to the shower. After getting changed and drying my hair I lay on my bed and stared at the roof. It was probably the first time ever in which I had no thoughts. Nothing ran through my mind and I did not miss that voice constantly going through my head.

I'd always dreamt of the day that my thoughts would subside an my mind would be cleared, but I had imagined it to feel much more peaceful. But the felling wasn't uncomfortable, in fact it was somewhere in between. Perhaps it was because somewhere in my heart I longed to share this moment with another. I switched off the light on my bed side table and slowly drifted off to sleep.

There was not a star in the sky. It was as if the village was covered in a blanket, restricting it from any source of light. The darkness was terrifying. But the unknown presence that I felt scared me even more. I walked over to my bed and lit the candle that my Mǔqīn (mother) always put next to my bed before she kissed me goodnight I looked into the mirror that sat on my bed side table to see my younger self.

I walked through my houses and called for my parents but there was no reply. The usual loud and lively streets of China had disappeared to leave a defending silence. The silence panicked me and so I called out to my parents. "Mǔqīn? Fùqīn (father)?" I called but once again there was no reply. The sound of scurrying feet came from behind me, but when I turned there was nothing there. When I had thought the sound had stopped it started again, but this time it came from every direction. I felt as if the sound waves were attacking me and I screamed as I covered my ears, dropping the candle stick to the ground.

Almost immediately the house caught fire and as I ran out, my home quickly turned into the city's source of light. As the wood began to collapse and the embers continued to fly through the air, I heard a cry from inside. "Fùqīn?Mǔqīn?" I screamed into the flames. "Jinwoo!!" I heard my Mǔqīn scream to me from within the blaze. Tears streamed down my face as I desperately called for her, craving her warm  and comforting touch. I looked up to see her calling to me through the window and hope sprung into my thoughts as I imagined that she might make it out alive.

At that very thought the house caved in and it all collapsed in the blaze. I felt as if my heart was about to explode. Tears streamed down my face as the overwhelming feeling of being alone swallowed me making me feel hollow.

The blaze soon disappeared and I was confronted with two grave stone that marked the death of my parents. I tugged at my hair as I tried to deny the fact. The thought that my only family was gone and that I was left all alone. I came to a sudden realisation. Everything they did was for me. It was  all my fault. I was driving my parents to death.

I was killing them.

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~ Gemma