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Chanyeol's POV
Here. Here in this darkness. I can hear voices. Many of them. I wanna wash them away. I wanna wash her away.
I was leaning against the white tiled bathroom wall. The water running onto my back, cascading down. I wanted to wash away all the blood that was on me.
Her blood. The guilt was rotting my heart with every drop that fell on the ground. I banged my fist against the wall until I could no longer hear it. Hear anything.
I turned the knob to stop the water from falling onto me. I dried myself wrapping a towel around my torso.
Wiping the mist clouding the mirror. I looked at the person that I didn't recognize as myself anymore. My eyes that were once shining are now empty. I gripped the sink heaving like I was having a panic attack. I tightly gritted my teeth together. I hated it. I think I'm going mad. Over obsessive. My fingertips dug into the porcelain that reminded me of her skin.
I could bleed and I wouldn't feel it. I wish I could. I threw everything in the room down. Crashing onto the ground at once that it could've sounded like a symphony of instruments. It didn't matter anyway everything was replaceable. She was replaceable.
If she only knew what I was.
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Room #19 || e)(o Chanyeol
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