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For someone who breaks my heart repeatedly, I still love you. I can still handle the pain that you cause. My heart is still beating weakly, it's still alive for you. You can continue to play with my heart, I just want you here. It doesn't matter if you treat it like a paper doll. After the way you treated me, I still want you back. Why did I ever fell so badly for you?

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The breeze felt nice against his milky white skin. His calm state was something that he wasn't used to. It was strange. The air going through his skinny fingers, the sand that went through his beaten feet. Cool and salty air caressed his soft black hair, it was a good mix with his salty tears that fell down his jaw. He wasn't used to this feeling. He wasn't used to feel relaxed after so long, after suffering for years with a pain that never seemed to vanish. The ache in his heart never left. He closed his eyes for a brief moment just to appreciate the feeling of being calm for the first time in a long while. He places his feet digging in deeper to the sand. He slowly walked to the shore feeling the cold water hit his feet. The waves left and came back, almost like the chaos in his heart. He slowly drifted to the ocean, deeper and deeper.

I would like to feel this for the last time.

He felt so calm as the waves were hitting him, getting deeper into the ocean. He was calm, the feeling he was longing for some years. The major pain he felt was so much all that was left was numbness. His thoughts were being carried away for every each step he took, every each wave it hit against him. The cold water already hit his hard chest.

"So this is it?"

He let the big wave hit him knocking him off his feet, a big wave submerged him into the cold salty sea. He struggled to keep his head out of water but after a good while of fighting nature he gave in. All his worries, thoughts, seemed to vanish as his body only wanted to go back to shore. His lungs started to burn as it was pleading for oxygen. He tried to ignore the feeling of his body trying to live. The waves tried to push him back to shore. Every second felt like hell. But he thought he deserved it. Suddenly, he felt something strong on his torso. His head was out of the water and gasped for air. He heard someone else gasp as well behind him.

"Are you crazy?!" He heard a female's voice yell out. He still struggled trying to breathe and his weak body was being carried to shore. "Next time, think of taking out some of your clothes off." She breathed heavily. Her body in the sand trying to catch her breath. He also breathed heavily as a quiet scoff escaped his lips.

"I finally had the moment I was waiting for, you ruined it." He glanced back at the ocean and at her.

"Sorry for saving your life." Her sarcastic tone made him a little mad. She stood up and tried to squeeze out some of the water from her clothes.

"You should be." He said bluntly.  He coughed out, some red liquid was noticeable in his pink tinted lips.

"Oh my gosh, you're bleeding!" She gasped. She grew worrisome and walked towards the crazy guy who tried to commit suicide. The black haired boy licked his lips and weakly stood up.

"Why do you care?" He murmured. Blinded by pain he simply thought that she was trying to look good in front of people who walked by the beach who were mumbling to each other from a distance.

"I think people should find there own peace but in a way it doesn't harm them. This is not the way to end your pain, to end yourself should never be an option." She faced the cold back of the older.

  He chuckled bitterly, he wiped the salty water off his lips as he felt dizzy for swallowing too much salty water, too much alcohol, too much pain.  His droopy eyes could only see blurry as he felt that everything was spinning. He touched his forehead and shook his head, trying to ignore the feeling. His body moved forwards and backwards as he lost his balance. Luckily, the girl grabbed him before he fell to the sand.

"Yah! Hey! Wake up! No no no. Please don't die on me." Fear and panic filled her mind. He had fallen unconscious.

  She called someone for help and she was able with another young man carry him to a neaby taxi. She knew calling an ambulance meant being in debt or that's what her parents taught her. She wanted to handle this on her own hands and took him to her house. After she had brought a friend from a hospital to check up on him and told her the proper care he needed to receive. Three days has past and had opened his eyes slowly but he didn't recognize the roof he was used to wake up to.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" Her kind and warm smile greeted him and he was shocked. He didn't know where he was and what happened. He was panicking in his head trying to understand what's happening or where is the nearest exit. The older tried to say something but before he could he felt a sharp pain in his head. 

"Ugh. My fucking head..." He whispered. "Where am I?" He groaned as he struggled to sit up. The bright light was hitting his eyes, he hissed and looked at the bubbly person in front of him.

"At my house. I took care of you while you were unconscious for three days. Don't worry I had some people from the hospital look at you and said that you just needed a lot of rest." She set a tray with his breakfast setting on a coffee table next to him.

"You just should've let me die." He said as a wave of sadness crashed into his head. He felt the exactly same as before. He thought that he at least could wake up at the shore or in the bottom of his heart he wished it was her instead of this young girl who might just be a psycho.

"Do you feel okay? Would you like to go to the hospital? I can call a relative or friend to take you there." She said with a calm and soothing voice as she approached the sad figure. She saw him clench onto the blanket tightly with anger, she moved a bit away from him, keeping a respectful distance.

"No. I want to go my house." He said through gritted teeth as he turned his head away from her sight as he tried to hide away the glossy eyes. He didn't want to show he was vunerable. 

"I recommend to stay here for a bit, while you fully recover." She stood up and took his temperature, her hand on his forehead. "You're still really cold." Some goosebumps were noticeable on her arms.

"I rather go to my own house and take care of myself! I never asked for you help anyways. I don't even know you!" He stood up and took away the wires connected to a machine that was behind him. The room was spinning, he rest his hand on the bed as he tried to recover from being dizzy.

"You need to eat something at least. You were unconscious for 3 days! Your body is very weak right now. " She placed her hand on his shoulder trying to make him sit but the next thing she knew he was running weakly out of her house. She tried to follow him but tripped with one of the wires on the floor, she got up quickly and ran to the gate of her house. "Where'd he go?" She looked around to see nothing but pouring rain.
"This lunatic left and it's pouring outside?" She ran back to her house to grab an umbrella to search for him. She knew he couldn't go far since his state is too weak to go anywhere far away. 

"Where the fuck am I?" He breathed out heavily. He reached for his pockets and realized the clothes he was wearing weren't his and he had left his phone in his house. "Shit, this woman is crazy! I don't even know what the hell she did to me." He still had some stickers he had on his arms that were supposed to be attatched to the wires. He started to take it off of him as he walked, he hoped to recognize some buildings.

His soaking hair let go of droplets and blended in with the rain. He kept dragging his soaking cold wet socks and he kept glancing back as if he were being followed. After what felt like forever, he recognized the dog from his neighbor, the dog was whimpering on the doorstep, Next to his house was Yoongi's. 

"I'm home." He mumbled as he proceeded to walk towards his house.

To be continued...

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