jackson called lyla as soon as he read the letter, but there was no response. he tried multiple times to call her as he went to go retrieve youngjae and rush to lyla's house.
(over phone)
"youngjae!"
"what is it hyung? it's 1 am, hurry and tell me if it's important, if not i'm hanging up."
"you better be dressed, i think lyla did something."
"why do you care for her hyung? she stole money from your family."
"she's still human! and i was the one who filled her with those thoughts! youngjae if she ends it all, it's my fault and i cant live with that."
"hyung..."
"i'm outside, hurry and come out."
(end phone call)
when jackson and youngjae arrived, the door was unlocked and the lights were still on.
"see hyung, nothing happened, let's go."
"no, we'll go in. who keeps their door unlocked with such high crime these days?"
youngjae sighed as he followed his hyung into lyla's house. on the coffee table were letters, letters to her family, each member got their own. letter to friends, the two that she had. and letters to the people who will find her?
jackson walked further into the house like it was his own, he stumbled across lyla's cracked open bedroom door and slowly pushed it open, he wasn't sure of what was behind the door, but there wasn't a good feeling.
"lyla? are you here?"
he asked before completely pushing open the door revealing a lifeless body, that used to belong to lyla. on her body was a note reading:
to whom ever found me, don't worry, i'll be better in heaven rather thank stuck on earth with no one. it wasn't you who drove me to this, sleep well, jackson.
on october 4th, 2032, kim lyla was discovered dead at 2 o'clock am by suicide.
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2:30 am
Short Story*COMPLETED* it's never happy, and she's just tired of never being happy.
