01|Gone

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"It's all gone."

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our POV

"Colline!"I exclaimed and hugged her tight.

"Are you dead?"I asked and pinched her body parts before pinching mine. She started laughing and soon stop and gave me a good smack at my head.

"Why are you in prison?!"She yelled. I gulped and started thinking for a good excuse.

"Umm..."

"What?!"

"Okay calm down woman."I sighed as I readied myself for more scoldings. What a great start.

"IshotSeolhyun."I answered fast hoping that she won't understand my answer.

"What?"

"Ha. Too late. I already said the reason."I answered as I laughed in triumph.

"You shot Seolhyun?"oh God.

"Are you crazy?!"she scolded. I can see her veins popping out her temples.

"I have a reason."I bought my hands in front of me to shield myself.

"Yah let's go to a surgeon. Let's change your face."

"Now your being crazy. First you have a beautiful prisoner and now you want to change her face?"I scoffed.

"Okay just stop freaking me out. Why did you shot her anyways."she asked. I froze and remembered why.
A tear dropped at my foot.

"Is it because of that Park fucking Jimin?"that's it. I broke down in front of my best friend Colline.

"Shh. It's okay. He won't find you. Your funeral ended yesterday."

"I'm dead? You can see ghosts?" I asked totally freaking because she said "my" funeral.

"Of course not you silly. They all thought you're dead."she stated.

"But how?"I asked and calmed down a bit. What a good best friend I have. She can quickly change the direction so I won't remember it again.

"They found a body and believed it was you."she explained.

"Again, how?"

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"So that's why it's missing!"I exclaimed.

"Yes. But please don't show up to that Jimin again." And there it is. I broke down again. It is the magic word to make me cry. Jimin.

"Yah stop crying."

"But it hurts."I said and the atmosphere became quiet.

"What did he do to you?"Colline asked.

"He doesn't love me."

"What?"

"He's a coward."

"Can you explain so I can understand?"

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