We helped others. Those who needed help were our targets. We were Robin hoods.
"Why don't you smile?"
"I don't know how..."
I saw how the flames swallowed the building. I had to escape.
The water was cold, probably because there was no heating i...
I had run straight to the old house where I and Minhyuk sometimes met. The house was ugly and vulnerable. I had pulled a beanie with eye holes in my head, to cover up my face, which was swollen. I sat on the floor of an old house and I observed my hands. There were lines, lots of lines. If I embed my hand into blood, the blood would go along those lines. It would flow down until falling to the ground.
I looked at my feet. I could crush someone with them. The head that would be under my feet would be helpless. I could kill it.
I slapped my cheek. What I'm thinking?
I heard the sounds from the house entrance. Someone was coming. Before the person even appeared, I knew who it was. That aura that gives warmth and light. It was Minhyuk.
He stepped in and saw me. He didn't say anything but sat in front of me. Slowly he lifted his hand and grabbed the beanie. He pulled it. 
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Minhyuk saw my face. He was terrified and angry. He studied the bruises and wounds in my skin, did not say anything and briefly closed his eyes. We were quiet. I didn't want to talk. I didn't want to explain. I just wanted him to help.
Minhyuk rose in anger. He started to run somewhere. I was left to look after him, hoping he would come back, but he didn't come. He left me alone, lick my wounds. To try to fix myself, but it was impossible.I pulled the beanie back into my head and started to cry. Life is not worth living, if all you get is hate. I got only hatred. So I didn't want to live anymore.
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