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ㅡ twenty seven; madison

"b-but why?" i asked, my voice shaking. "i don't understand."

"you don't have to." he replied. again, a cigarette was popped between his lips.

"i need to! taehyung, make me understand," i remarked. i'm trying to keep my cool, but inside i'm near to breaking down. "that night, when you saw me at the cliff, you said that killing myself won't change anything. i don't understand because you said that you knew, but ironically, it's exactly what you are doing to yourself right now." i retorted, my head is spinning from trying to connect the dots that i unconsiously build in my mind- if there are any dots to connect in the first place.

"i-i don't know either." he simply muttered.

"the cuts on your wrists, what does that mean?" i stammered. if i don't speak up about them now, i think i'm about to lose my mind.

his shoulders tensed up a bit from what i just said, probably not expecting me to notice the gashes covering his arms. soon enough, he relaxed and he said, "stop caring so much about me."

"what do you expect me to do else? you make it pretty hard for me to not care about you," i muttered, lowering my voice as i said the last sentence. our eyes were locked together and we're sitting closer than ever.

"just stop caring, it's fine." he said calmly.

"no, taehyung. the cigarettes, the slits on your body, the dark circles around your eyes- you're not fine."

he simply sat there, stunned.

"you don't do that to yourself, taehyung. can't you see i'm trying to help you?"

he remained silent, but then he whispered, "i knew you were different."