The silent winds blew for you, the rustling of the trees was all that could be heard—for the birds and the little trotting sounds were silent. It was a beautiful day—a day that was much too happy for a death of a young, strong woman. The death of his soulmate—the death, caused by his decisions.
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The young girl tapped her foot impatiently, a small wind carrying her loose strands. "Yes?" The young male answered, his eyes traveling down to the small girl—recognizing her familiar traits from you. "Oh! What are you doing here Jessic-"
"You thought you knew everything jeon Jungkook" Your younger sister blurted out, an itch wavering at her nose as her eyes were glossed with tears. "But you didn't" Jessica continued, her hand tightening into a fist—as her other gripped painfully onto the foreign object. "Your dumbass was to blind in love. Now she's gone. Because of you"
Her hand raised and a small, black book—its cover painted with beautiful line art, and was shoved into the male's chest. A groan escaping Jungkook's lips as the impact brought a stinging tickle onto his chest.
Jessica's tears fell after seeing a confused, idiotic face on the older. It meant you didn't tell him, you didn't tell him your worst, most darkest secret. Her fist loosened and her brows softened, this tough act—she was too sad to be even angry at him. "She's gone—she will lie in the winds, the clouds will carry her to safety, and the petals will fall, mourning over her death"
Jessica's hand fell from the book, giving the man she hated for known reasons—the last of her sister.
Jungkook, confused he watched your sister walk away from his house—tears falling, dropping to the ground as she took each step. The girl disappeared from his sight and his eyes landed on your diary—you showed it to him, you just never opened it.
A smile, warm grin made up his lips as he remember the line art you made of him on the cover the diary—with a white pen.
(The past)
"Yah, dipshit stay still" you scolded Jungkook as he fidgeted under your intense gaze—his butt getting sore from sitting on the floor. "But Sungmin, your glare is so scary" Jungkook whined—letting a little 'humph' out. You laughed, cranking your head back, exposing your neck. "Can you tilt your head up? I need to see your jawline" you inquired, scooting closer to the male—your breath quickening as you did so. "Wow your jaw bone is very pronounced" you gasped silently in amazement, making the drawing so much easier. "It is probably kismet that I have this beautiful face" Jungkook bragged, motioning a parting to his face—a sassy smile smeared on.
"Well aren't you assertive?"
(End of flashback)
His finger traced edges of the smooth cover—bringing it open, carefully. A bunny smile brought to his face, your messy crayon writing explaining who this boy pushed you—but you punched him as payback and now you are in a corner writing about this.
His skimmed through your writings—a painful word bringing his attention onto one entry.
Entry #163
December 7th 2016
I can't hide it anymore, it burns me—it's eating me. I didn't want to write it, but this is my only way—to reach out to myself, to complain about myself, to complaining about others.--------------
A couple of months ago, I found out I had cancer, I was so afraid. I didn't know what to do, I remember exactly what happened. It all seemed like a dream to me—my mom's family line had cancer, they were passed down to the woman in the family. My mom was infected with it—we thought I was safe. I wasn't, I suffer everyday—medicine having me throw it back up after. My hair is beginning to fall too, they said they will have a wig prepared for me soon. I notice I'm getting paler. Am I going to die?
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Entry #527
June 19th 2017
Hey, long time no Write. Hahahahha. I'm still alive, and it's gone, the cancer is gone. I don't know why I'm not happy, everyone else is happy. So why aren't I? I'm depressed
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Entry #593
August 18th 2017
There's this really nice boy—his name is jeon Jungkook. He makes me want me to live, he makes me laugh and smile—something I haven't done in a ʟᴏɴɢ ᴛɪᴍᴇ. He saw my cuts on my arms, he wasnt disgusted like others—instead he smacked my arm, flicking my head scolding the shit out of me. Would I be weird if I said "I love him already"?
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Entry #682
October 21st 2017
JUNGKOOK IS GOING TO BE ONE OF THE CHARACTERS IN SUICIDE SQUAD! He showed me is costume, OMFG HE IS HOT. DAMN BOY. But then again, HES SOOOOOO CUTE. HOW CAN HE DO BOTH? It's crazy, his smile is cute—with his bunny teeth poking out and then his coconut hair. His shirt loosely tucked it with his black jeans and tight belt. HE GOT SOME THIGHS THO.
When he puts of his hair tho, then you can see his naughty eyebrows (wiggle wiggle). Addition to that, his glare makes every girl drop their panties for him. But along with smirk, he kills me everytime. I'm so lucky he's by my side. Should I confess?
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Entry #1000
January 5th 2018
sorry, this is not going to be a 'happy entry for the 1000th entry i made in this diary. Remember zoe? the girl who pushed me into my locker, tree, and the puddle. the girl who stole my belongings, who stole my phone—then took photos of the changing guys. she stole something else today. my crush. she stole jungkook away from me. well i guess i shouldn't blame her, she didn't steal him away from me—jungkook asked her. he knew I hated her, so why? i'm so selfish, I just pushed jungkook's needs last, and mine first. no wonder he told the whole school about my depression, but he doesn't know the whole story. he doesn't know what happened before. he doesn't know what she does to me, he doesn't know that i love him. she is the only thing in his eyes, the only beauty, the only jewelry. it would be no point even if he did love me, it would make no fucking difference. it's back, the monster who ate at my happiness slowly, killing me off slowly—in return, my darkest secret was made. two dark eats secrets. My depression. and my cancer
it's too late, the doctors found out too late, or rather—it's fate. i was meant to die—but you came into the picture, making me fight—wanting to keep myself alive. no it's not your fault, thank you for giving me the beautiful feeling of love. dont worry, i'm not going to thank him for betraying me, nor i'm going to thank him for giving me an experience. for I have experienced it many times.the feeling of having your wings being torn off slowly, your heart being abused everyday—yours...was just the most painful I've felt. i really love you, but i'm not her.i hate that you what her, you need her. I hate you, I love you.
im going to die. this is my confession. i didn't tell you everything jeon Jungkook. But now you know、
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Part 3 coming soon
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