I opened my eyes lazily and barely managed to stand straight. I felt weak and extremely light headed.
I stepped out of the apartment and was hit by fresh air. I've locked myself in this room ever since Sungjae passed away.
It was dark, probably around 8 at night. I miraculously made it to the pharmacy and asked for sleeping pills.
My voice...It sounded alien to my own ears.
The moment the lady placed the bottle on the counter, my heart stung as I recalled this familiar shape.
This very same bottle was there besides Sungjae-hyeong body that night.
And soon, after a few more minutes, history will repeat itself.
(A/N)
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save me; taehyung
Short Story||completed|| "Why is it so dark where I'm alone It's dangerous how wrecked I've become... Save me, I can't even get a grip on myself" -Kim Taehyung [short chapters] [not edited]
