My last gift

Jin's POV

It felt as if the whole world shut down around me, my heart stopped.
Air couldn't find its way to my lungs, a reality world crashed down before me.

'W-what?..'i asked breathlessly , my voice cracking.

Closing his eyes, sighing, he opened his mouth to say those dangerous words again.

'I don't love you anymore, I'm sorry.'

Did you hear something breaking? It's my heart shattering.
Those words were all it took to make me end myself.

'N-no.. yo-you can't do that, joon I-', my tears slowly finding its way out of my eyes.

'Look, i need to go, so stop crying.' , sliding on his padded jacket and grabbing his car keys that laid on the coffee table.

I killed my pride and dignity and knelt down with his back facing me.
I hugged his leg and my tears dropping one by one on the floor.

'P-please don't leave me..'. I begged.
At this point, I've already forgotten what pride and self-worth was even.

'Let go of me!' He yelled looking down on me.
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(Namjoon's POV)

I hate to do this Jin-ah, I'm really sorry.
I slid my leg out of his grasp and fixed my jacket.

I closed my eyes and bit back the stinging urge in my eyes.
I silently released a shaky breath.

'Stop being pathetic, get a grip of yourself, kim seokjin', with every word, carried more guilt as it slips out of my tongue.

I walked out of the apartment, slamming the door along the way.
I slid down to the floor, finally my caged emotions freely escaping, for a few moments of soothing silence in the hallway.

'It's not easy for me either..'
drying my tears and leaving the building.
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(Jin's POV)

I am still in a state of disbelief and rejection.

'This isn't true, he still loves me, of c-course.'

'Stop being pathetic, like he said'

'He is probably stressed out'
'Yes, j-just stressed out.'

Looking up the ceiling, trying not to let my tears run.
'I-it's o-ok j-jin h-h-e l-loves y-you.. it's o-ok' continuously chanting trying to reassure myself.

'B-be s-t-r-o-ng, h-he loves yo...'

No matter how i tried, my efforts just wore off.
My tears slid down to my cheeks, staining them a blush-pink.

'You're not strong, who do you think you are, trying to be someone you're not'
'Who are you kidding?..'

'He doesn't love you anymore, he's probably having fun with his slut'

'He's had enough of you'

'Attention whore'
'Stop being pathetic'

'Get a grip of yourself'

i cried and sobbed for hours and hours.
My throat burning , shouting from opening my skin again.
My eyes stinging and puffy from draining out all of its' hydration.

My whole body trembling and shivering from being cold and weak.
A pool of blood forming under me.
My hands already pale and strengthless,
shaking uncontrollably.

I weakly stood up, gaining support from the counter.
At that moment, i heard a click on the door and opening, which was Namjoon.
Before i even realised, my legs gave out,my eyes rolled to the back of my head and blacked out.
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'Jin!' i heard before my eyelids pressed down, my vision slowly darkening.
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