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LUHAN: A Feather

YOUR POV

My mother used to tell me stories about guardian angels and such when I was young. She told me that they do exist, and that I also have one.

I used to believe her, not until the day she died.

She died out of leukemia. The pain is still fresh even though she already died a year ago.

Since she left, I became the breadwinner of the family. Father left us when I was just a little kid. I have two siblings- a girl and a boy. How I wish that they are the most understanding and considerate brother and sister ever but unfortunately, they are not.

My brother a year younger than me is jobless. He just usually hangs out with his good-for-nothing friends and spend time with drinking liquors and playing cards. He's such a pain in my ass!

On the other hand, our youngest sister is already a mother of two. She got pregnant when she was only 16 years old by her doofus ex-boyfriend. She's my greatest disappointment. I worked hard just to raise her schooling expenses. I thought she's going to graduate college, but she end up being a mother, bringing extra baggages on our house and to my hardships. I'm not blaming my niece and nephew though. It's just that I'm just a human.

I'm just a human who could feel greatest pains, who's able to lose her bag of patience. I tried to be strong, really. But everything is just too much.

I'm no monk. I'm no good. I'm a piece of human magnet that attracts every possible negativity.

Right at this moment, my little niece is suffering her life out in the hospital. She got that damned leukemia. I love my niece. I also love my sister. And it hurts me so bad because I really don't know where I will get money for the hospital expenses.

It seems like the scenarios when mother got that leukemia are on re-run. It freaking hurts.

"AAAHHHHHHHHHHHH! AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! DAMN THIS LIFE! DAMN THIS PROBLEMS!" My voice echoed everywhere. I could see nothing but trees and thr clouds. I could hear nothing but complete silence.

Then I started to sob. I cried so hard. The worries and pain is killing every piece of me.

"Crying would not fix anything, (y/n)."

My body stiffened when I heard him. Yes, a him.

"Just give me the handkerchief."

"What handkerchief?"

"That's what you'll do right? Just like those old storylines? You'll hand me your handkerchief because I'm pretty doomed here."

"I'm sorry. I don't have any handkerchief right now. But I have my hands here."

I was taken aback when the stranger wiped my tears using his hands.

"It seems that my hands are of no use."

The stranger took off his white shirt. Damn! The last time I checked, I'm a complete crying mess with tons of problems on my back. How come I became a drooling machine in just a snap? Oh jeeze.

"Let me guess. Hhm, you're a very problematic person. You're the breadwinner on your family. You're working hard, but something came up ... more of a sick relative? Then you came here because you thought that crying your misery out loud in this place would help? Am I right?"