Spectator

Day Three Hundred Sixty Five.

I got a call.

My Chubby Bear.

I picked up the call happily.

It was our 1 year anniversary today.

I had gotten a job, and we were living together.

I still hadn't gone to school yet.

But I live a happy life.

"Hey chubby bear!"

Expecting her to complain like usual, I waited.

"Ho-Hobi?"

Namjoon.

I was close to hanging up on him.

But I remembered that this was Lindsey's number.

"WHERES LINDSEY."

"Chill dude. I just wan-"

"WHERE. IS. SHE."

"Ok. Shes in the hospital."

HOSPITAL.

HOSPITAL.

NO.

I ran out.

I ran all the way to the hospital.

My legs were tired.

But I didn't care.

I kept running.

I didn't even know if it was my tears or the rain drenching me.

I reached the hospital sweating and panting.

But I didn't stop.

"WHERE IS KIM LINDSEY."

"R-room 325."

She was obviously startled.

"Thank you." I calmed down.

She only nodded slowly.

But I didn't see that.

I tried to find the room.

Once I arrived, I found 6 boys standing there.

The boys that I hated.

I absolutely ignored them and walked to the door.

I looked inside.

A person with a white cloth on top.

And that's when I saw the bracelet.

Flashback:
"We are girlfriend and boyfriend. Never forget that, ok?'
I nodded.
"Here. Let me give you this bracelet."
She put something cold and smooth on my wrist.
I looked down at it.
"I have an identical one. It was for my ex boyfriend but be broke up before I could give it to him."
I looked at her face.
It were glazed over with regret.
"I knew he was a cheater, but I just thought he would be different."
"For me."
I held her cold hands.
"Ok."
End of flashback.

I looked away.

No...

I clutched my bracelet hard.

Squeezing my eyes shut.

"H-Hobi!"

"No..."

I looked at my hands, imprinted with the pattern on the bracelet.

"I know this is stressful... But you have to handle it!"

I tried to hold in the tears.

There was an awkward silence.

Tears fled from my eyes.

Namjoon took this chance and walked towards me.

"Everything is o-"

"NO ITS NOT! NOTHINGS OKAY! LINDSEY IS IN THE ROOM FOR A REASON. SHES DEAD. SHE DIDNT EVEN TELL ME. DONT TRY TO TELL M-"

I felt a stinging feeling on my cheek.

Everyone gasped.

"IVE HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR ATTITUDE YOUNG MAN. NOBODY IS HAPPY THAT LINDSEY IS IN THERE. ITS NOT OUR FAULT EITHER."

I looked up to see a guy with tears eager to drop.

I responded to him with my heavy breathing and more tears.

I crouched down and I hugged myself tight.

"I know... I know..."

Everyones faces softened.

I lost my balance.

I lay down.
And started shivering in the chamber of the memories.

"But shes so important to me.. I cant lose her."

"Not like I did with my mom."

Everyone hugged me tight.

Someone hugged me tighter than the others.

But I didn't care.

I was happy.

Yet I was sad.

Happy that I had finally fit in.

Sad that I had lost Lindsey.

Lost...

Forever.