A Glimmer Of Hope // (Minho) - DISCONTINUED

Chapter 8: The DeadHeads

✨Hope✨

Recap:

"Never." He hissed, his eyes burning with white hot fury.

My eyes widened as his head swooped down............

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I watched with wide eyes as he swooped down, his lips almost meeting mine, but then he stopped. In fact he didn't even kiss my cheek. His face was just an inch away from mine, our breaths mixed together. My eyes flickered to his. His obsidian eyes burned into my memory, his facial structures as well.

What came next was a surprise.

He was right in front of me. Then he was gone.

Like vanished in to think air.

And he just left me standing there. Surprised and confused.

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💔Minho POV💔

I left her there.

I just left.

How could I do that?!

Stupid, stupid, stupid, I mentally scolded myself. She probably thinks that I think she's a toy! Shuck, I'm an idiot!

I groaned, and headed out of the Homestead. Running into the gardens, I bump into Newt, his back to me, still working. I stop and stare while he is working. He must've felt my stare on his back, cause he turned around and stared right back at me.

"What do you bloody want Minho?" He asks in his British tone. (Sooooooo CUTE! 😉😘)

"I just ran into Hope." I said. He looks shocked for a moment, then his face morphs into a smirk.

"Well, did you guys make up?" He wiggles his eyebrows. I look at him mortified. What the hell was he thinking?!

"No! What the shuck, you shank!" I practically screamed. He broke out laughing. Like, boyishly guffawing. It would've been pretty amusing to watch if I wasn't a living tomato. "You're just as annoying as Chuck, when he's nosy." I huffed, whilst rolling my eyes. In the distance, I heard someone shout and whine 'I heard that Shank!' It was probably the wee sap himself.

I just shook my head and ran off into the Deadheads

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✨Hope's POV✨

I'm fuming right now. My face is as red as the reddest of red roses in the world of red shucking roses. My fists were clenched at my side as I stomped out of the Homestead.

My footsteps echoed quietly through the Glade as I made my way to the Deadheads. Hopefully, I could find some peace there. Blissful peace. That sounded relaxing.

Leaves and sticks crunched under my weight as I trekked through the dense forest. Branches thwacked me as I walked past. They scratched my skin deeply, but I didn't notice. My skin is numb. Painless. Blood dripped down my arms, but I paid it no heed.

Suddenly, I felt so tired. I walked slowly to the nearest tree and sat right under it. My arms sagged to the ground. My legs made a thumping sound as I dropped them to the floor. I took deep breaths as I suddenly found it hard to breathe. It was like I could barely get any air into my lungs. I chest felt constricted, as if a boa constrictor was curled around me, squeezing me to death. My eyes started to droop. I yawned groggily. My breathing became shallower and shallower. Finally, I closed my eyes and fell into a deep, deep sleep.