ghost // jeon jeongguk ff

eleven

someone's point of view

"hello dear," the voice said from the other line.

"hi dad," i smiled. "how are you doing?"

"i'm good," he replied in his usual grumpy voice.

"violet is back," i said and fiddled with my fingers.

"i've heard," my dad hummed the song we always sang when she and i were just kids. "dear, please don't hurt your sister."

"you know i can't do that!" the grip of my hand on my phone tightened.

"but you gotta try. she is your sister after all."

"no, i won't do that!" i yelled. "i've sacrificed enough. i was hurt and scarred. im not gonna let it happen again." i said, a tear falling from my eye.

"but dear, the only one that's been scarring you, is you. you let your emotions and anger get the best of you. you put your pride first in line. don't you think that's why?"

"no, that's not the reason!" i yelled and threw my phone on the wall. "you're supposed to be dead..."