J i m i n ' s p o v .
I came back to the same place where I always see her.
As expected she there sitting on the darkest side of the playground.
The swing.
"Hey." I greeted her.
She'd always wear that coy-shy smile, but she never noticed herself smiling. She thought that as much as blunt of her words is as much of the expressionless her face shows.
She was very dear to me. Despite her lies, she'd been always here to see me and care for me.
"I'm really sad that this has to come into an end." I told her honestly.
She gazed at me, her eyes were confused. "I'm not allowed to see you anymore."
Coz I shouldn't have talked to you on the first place.
"Why. . ." She suddenly mumbled. Her voice hoarse yet firm.
Because I'm not allowed to like someone.
"Because you're a killer."
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DIFFERENT || P.JM
Short Storyit's when she noticed their differences... "He's an angel, I'm a demon."
