It's one month later and things got even worse. The nightmares are so real, I always see your face looking like a canvas picturing every bad emotion that exists. Your body has tons of scars and you are all covered in blood.
I always wake up with my clothes soaked in sweat. I am tired of this. I am so fucking sick of this all.
A daily stereotype.
I wake up, then I eat something that will eventually end up in the toilet, flushed, I change my clothes and the whole day I look into the empty walls in my room.
I was drawing something on the yellow sheet of paper. There were so many geometrical shapes and letters. Actually, I wasn't in charge of my acts, I just wanted to end this never-ending circle of stress, mixed with fear and sadness.
When I was done with the drawing, I raised it in the air and looked out of my window.
The male, wearing the ripped clothes that were all bloody, his skin paler than the brightest snow in winter and the helpless expression. Inability to walk properly.
Baekhyun?
The door was shaking from the banging but his cries for help were louder.
The door never opened.
The colors got faded.
THE END
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♡; the colors got faded
Fanfictionㅡ Half a year passed by and Byun Baekhyun is still away.
