Crestfallen • Jeonghan [2]

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Everyone was already asleep when Lia got home and she passed out on the sofa.

The dream went on.

The wind blew the feather away from her hands, another strong wind hitting her, and then-

Hands.

There were hands. Wrapping themselves around her neck. Choking her. Lia could feel the pain ; it was too painful to argue or struggle against those hands.

Wake up, wake up!

Her eyes shot open. This time, it was reality. She was alive and breathing, she could feel everything.

But the hands were still there.

The hands were pushing her down. The thumbs pressing the middle of her throat, deeper and deeper, hurting even more.

Pain shot down her throat when the hands gripped her neck even tighter, and Lia's eyes shot open.

It wasn't a dream. It was actually happening, for real.

There was someone on top of her, the weight of the unknown figure holding her down. His hands kept getting tighter and tighter and Lia thought that was the last day she'd ever be alive.

Lia squinted to see who it was.

Long, coppery brown hair. Pursed lips. Tears falling without realization down his cheeks. It was Jeonghan.

She didn't know why he was doing this. What did he hated so much about her to the extent where he did this? What did he have against her? What did she do to him?

"J-jeong....han.." Lia's voice was barely audible enough for anyone, even Jeonghan to hear. She managed to croak his name, and within a few seconds, Jeonghan gasped.

The grip on her neck loosened, but his hands were still there. Jeonghan just stared at Lia. She was coughing, her hands rubbing the pain on her neck away. It was terribly painful, almost being choked to death.

"Lia..?" Jeonghan mutters, confusion was clearly in his eyes, and it looked like he didn't know what he did. Lia just looks at him back with tears.

"You didn't have to go to that extent even if you hated me so much," Lia cries, her tears making Jeonghan panic even more and more "I don't know what I did to you to make you hate me this much, but you didn't have to do this."

There was nothing much he could do when Jeonghan was that confused. Why was she choking her? He doesn't know too. It wasn't him, he swore it wasn't him. He was unconsciously doing so.

"I'm sorry," Jeonghan mumbles.

"You can't just try to kill someone then say sorry like it's nothing!" Lia shouts at him, her face red with anger. Jeonghan looked like he was taken aback by what she said.

"You can't just tell someone you love her and then leave her without a word! You can't just come back saying that you want her back when she's clearly gotten over you! You never think about other people's feelings and do as you like," Lia goes on.

"I loved you so much but then you went and left, you lied about everything. Do you think I don't have any feelings for you to be able to do that?" Lia's tone faded softer and softer, her sobs intensifies, and she buries her face in her hands.

Jeonghan was really speechless. The man just snapped back to reality and here she was, finally letting out everything she's been holding back at him.

"I'm sorry," Jeonghan embraces the frail figure that was shaking "I'm really sorry, Lia."

It was obvious that Lia was sick of him. She tried struggling free but Jeonghan just gripped her even tighter. The longer they stayed that way, the more memories of both of them kept playing back in her mind, even though she carefully stored it deep st the back of her mind.