𝐓𝐁𝐙 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

63- Kevin (Part 3)

5.29.18
genre: angst, fluff
KEVIN - hajirahssk 
length: 4/5 part
P.O.V: 1st & reader insert

CAST:
Minatozaki Sana as Kevin's Girlfriend
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Why is it so hard to accept death?

Some people say that time heals everything.

Well, it's been two weeks since the funeral, and four since the day of his death.

Everyone at school felt awful. 

Everyone had guilt painted on their faces for not getting to know him better, for teasing him, for mocking him, for just thinking that he was another one of those bratty popular kids that got the attention he wanted. 

In fact, he was the opposite of all that. He was the kindest, most generous person, and I would never ever forget all those sweet words he would whisper to me whenever I was feeling down. I just wish I had been the same for him. I could never tell when he was sad or upset, mostly because of the mask he wore to cover up everything.

If only I could've broken it.

Then maybe things would've changed. Maybe he would've gone to the doctor, maybe he would've gotten a surgery, maybe he would've lived. It's easier said than done, but at least there could've been a possibility- a chance- that he would live. 

The white flowers planted on the school grounds wasn't helping, either. Most students wanted to do it in memory of Baekhyun, but I didn't want to participate. I knew that if I did, I would only end up breaking even more. I would be killing myself.

People called me heartless when I denied people's requests to make some memoir for Baekhyun, or join some activity to remember him. 

But I knew I had changed for good.

The worst part about being without Baekhyun, was that I felt more alone than ever. Sure, maybe my friends would send me presents and try cheering me up, but it didn't feel the same as being in his embrace or talking with him. Sometimes, I would forget that he was gone for good and would start searching for him in school, or even go to his house and ring the doorbell.

The realization that hits me is overwhelming and makes me want to get sucked into a deep dark hole. 

It's like getting hit by a rock. It's dizzying, and makes you want to puke. I hate that feeling, but I have it more often than not. It's horrifying. Sometimes I feel like I'm in some sort of nightmare. Like I'm drowning, when I'm perfectly physically fine.

I hate that feeling.

I hate it.

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Going to school the next day was a pain. 

I entered the main hallway, feeling the hot gazes of the other students boring into me.

But at least Kevin wasn't bothering me anymore.

He had that much politeness, I guess.

As I solemnly trudged down the crowded halls, I felt someone tap my shoulder from in front of me. I glanced up slowly, not in the mood for one of my friend's sappy speeches. But to my confusion, it wasn't my friend. It was one of my classmates that had been best friends with Baekhyun, apparently since they were younger (according to him himself).

He had a malicious expression plastered onto his face, and his eyes glistened with anger. He seemed unusually irked by something, considering the redness of his face and the twitching of his eyes. I frowned and asked, "Is something the matter?"