DIFFERENT || P.JM

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J i m i n ' s    p o v .

"Can I buy your love?" She asked.

You don't need to buy my love, I think I'm already in love with you.

"No." I said looking away.

I didn't know how she found me or when did I bump into her again, but it makes me feel bad whenever I see her.

I turn my heels, about to move away from her when she grasp my hand. It was fast, but is wasn't harsh. She was cold and gentle.

My heart was softening at her touch.

"I don't want your money, atleast not something you got from stealing." I told her. I'm so bad for hurting her feelings.

"I. . . This is the only thing I know. I can't do anything or I might die if I don't steal." She took off her hands away from me. I wish she hadn't. It was as if she remembered something that's why she abruptly took her hands back.

"I can't love a stranger." I said.

"Then can you just take my money and push me off of the cliff? I swear I'll be thankful!" Her words pierced through my heart.

She wanted to die.