"Taehyung?"
I widened my eyes in confusion as I looked around. My creation. Something I drew, Taehyung is not real. This is a dream this is no reality.
"What are you doing Run!" He yells and grabs my hand helping me safely down as we ran from sirens and cops chasing us down.
I felt free.
Not alone.
After all I created him, we are just alike.
No wonder why we click in a blink of an eye.
We ran
And ran
Until finally things seemed to stop like the world was on pause and we were at some apartment complex.
"Your hands."
That's what all came out my mouth
"All that blood"
I arched my brow wondering.
I never finished this story, it only begun.
He made his own story?
Murder was not in my plan.
"What did you do?"
