Chapter 30: Gesture

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Sunday - 12:37 am

I can't sleep.

I continued to stare at the ceiling. Following the curves until the corners, with my eyes. I probably had the ceiling's design memorized in my head.

Knife against my throat.

Sign or leave.

Mark Lee.

These were the things spiraling in my head, over and over again. My life was threatened, I had to stay away from the members of NCT. I either sign a contract, or I cut off communications from the members of NCT. Mark Lee, I had to leave him, because of all the previous reasons.

But why? Why was it so hard to stay away from them? Why did the mere idea of not talking or seeing them, make my chest tighten?

I open my phone to check photos, and their faces filled the screen. At one point, they all had ended up taking photos on my phone. I couldn't even post the ones I was in, because of the waiver.

I grin looking at a photo where the boys were carrying me. I move through the sequence of photos and see them drop me on the floor. It was painful, but hilarious.

NCT.

They're not a group of artists to me. They're family, a family that took care of me, throughout these past three months. They welcomed me with open arms. I made fun and new memories with them, memories that I'll never forget. They were there when I felt everyone was against me. How could I stay away from family?

A tear slips from my eyes. I wipe it and closed my phone, leaving it on one side of my bed as I turned to face the other side. I grab a pillow and hugged it tightly.

Knife against my throat.

Sign or leave.

Mark Lee.

What do I do?

3:14 am

"It's just a nightmare," I said trying to calm myself down.

I was drenched in cold sweat. I woke up from a nightmare.

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