It's been two months since we parted. I've started to do dancing, eating less and exercise more than usual.
I had finished practicing my routine as I sat there in the middle of the studio.
I glanced at my reflection in the mirror. I looked so pale, thin and lifeless.
I didn't even want to live anymore. Until Jimin came along. He's the one who got me into dancing to get you out of my head.
But the memories somehow crept back to me making me depressed and weak.
He was kind and caring. He helped me through my hardships. But he can't help me with this body and mind of mine.
I would always think of you. The way we walked together in the mornings. How we would listen to music together and dance.
All the fun times that I can never experience again.
Because you left me because a stupid misunderstanding. Why didn't you let me explain?
If you did, I would be this ugly, pale stick, who was throbbing and slowly dying on the inside.
I wouldn't be like this at all, because you were the brightness to my life.
But now, it's all dark and I can't find my way. I'm lost. I need someone to free me from all this pain and agony.
Someone help...
Save me.
