blinded (mona)

san-juu

last chapter

it seems that those golden strings are being cut, and slipping from their places.

i thought nothing could get through them, they were so strong, no matter how much i pulled they would stay.

but i was wrong, your scissors cut through them as if it meant nothing to me.

rain is persistent.

no matter how much you wipe your window, it continues to fall, ignoring the fact you are trying so hard to remove the water.

rain is a good way to describe my life.

no matter how i try to get up and move on from you, it doesn't care and continues to rain.

i hear thunder, grumbling and yelling.

it wants me to stop.

i should listen, be obedient for once.

before i do, thank you for everything.

you have impacted my life more than you think you did.

i'm grateful for it.

but i can't really keep it back any longer.

this world doesn't want me, and it's clear.

your path as been drawn out perfectly, while mine was erased halfway.

i know where i'm going.

i don't think i will come back anytime soon, maybe we can meet somewhere else.

somewhere safer.

somewhere like you, beautiful.

i love you.

even if you don't know me, please love me too.

-the misunderstood boy

Third Person's POV

A plump teardrop fell down onto the piece of paper. One by one, tears began to fall from Jaemin's face. He didn't know that the blue haired boy wanted him to remember their relationship. He was upset he couldn't help him and caused his death. If he had remembered, maybe he would still be alive and happy, together. Jaemin wiped his tears that were streaming down his face, he didn't understand why. He couldn't remember the boy very well, yet his body was reacting. He suddenly remembered the warmth, the love he received from the boy.

The more upsetting part was that Jaemin finally did remember. He remembered Jisung, every feature and his personality. If only... How could he forget?

When the boy did visit, Jaemin knew that the cutie was frustrated because he couldn't remember. He didn't blame him for being frustrated because he was frustrated with himself as well. Jaemin loved the younger boy's attention and company. His heart seemed to fly out of his chest with him, and he wanted to know about him more. Then one day, the boy disappeared, breaking Jaemin's heart in pieces. He didn't know why he was upset, he didn't know the other very well after all. It was weird, he never felt this way before with anyone else.

He gently held onto the photo of Jisung smiling together with Jaemin. They looked so happy. He tightly gripped the bed sheets he was laying in, hearing voices outside the hospital door. Haechan, Chenle, and Jeno had given him some time alone while reading the letters, knowing he would understand the deep meaning.

flashback

"What... is this?" Mark, an investigator who worked for the police, inquired. He was searching a suicidal man's room, searching for reasons on why he had committed suicide. Nothing had added up, until he found a thick pile of letters. Slowly, he read the heartbreaking letters, that stayed on his mind, one after one. He shoved the letters into his pocket clumsily, walking out of the bedroom.