run - kim namjoon ✔️

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As I traced the outline of the sketch, I can feel the coldness of his glares.

Feeling a stinging pain on my right cheek as I turn to look him straight in the eye.

Yells of ungratefulness and hurt come out from his mouth.

Even though I love him, I despise him at the same time.

I want freedom.

I want to feel loved.

I grab the neatly placed sketch book and rush to my room.

A few warm tears roll down my face as I place the book down.

I grab a frame with an image of us.

The image of how we used to be.

Before she left us.

"Eomma... why did you leave us?

Why did you leave me?"

Questions would flow through my mind.

Although she didn't leave us.

The day she died, I was only seven years old.

The lighting struck as we rushed inside.

I turned back and saw her lying on the floor split in half.

That's all I remember from that day.

I get the blame.

My dad always blames me for her death.

It was all his fault.

If only he hadn't called her that day to pick him up.

If only he had carried her instead of me.

If only she got out of the car first.

I dropped the frame and it shattered.

I fell on the floor holding the delicate image that was held inside.

I place it in my bag.

I'm running.