*suicidal story. Don't read if you can't.*
Y/N POV
I saw that he changed it. He was with her. I'm happy for him. I wanted a day with him. So I can be happy. I was so selfish that I didn't care if he had to pretend if he was happy or not I wanted to be with him for a day. But that day didn't come. It never will now. I am selfish when it comes to him. But I still love him. I've heard so many people say bad things about him but I didn't care. I cared about him. I still do. I care so much. I gave up everything. I gave up on family, friends. For him. He was that special. I never knew it would hurt this much to lose someone. I take my blade with me everywhere. It's my only happiness. I took it out and placed it right on top of my wrist. Pressing hard enough to go all the way down. It was so sharp that with one little swipe you can see blood. When I pressed it down hard I didn't feel pain. I didn't feel anything. This is the end of my papers. It's my time. Please live a great life. "I love you Kim Seokjin."
