{warning: depictions of self-allowed harm}
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❝그래 밉다 니가; 넌 떠났지만—❞
❝Yeah, I hate you; although you left—❞
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The twinkling sound of shattering glass blended well with the sounds of despair and furious rain echoing in the cold night.
"WHY?!" she cried, flinging the already broken mirror across the scattered room.
"Why? Why did you leave me?!"
Something strong hit something fragile; the glass cup and girl both cried out, shattering and sobbing.
"You left me! You—we promised! You both broke your promise—how could you?!" she ranted loudly with a thick, splintering voice.
"I loved you two... why..." she whimpered in a contrasting whisper. "I can't love you anymore, you're gone!"
"I hate you, why did you have to leave me?!" she exclaimed once more with a tearful wail.
As she continued to sob, her legs gave out beneath her. She barely stopped herself from landing on her back, only for the chiming pieces of glass to pierce her hands, just like the crystals of snow piercing her heart.
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Spring Day
Short Story❝until the days of flower blossoms, please stay, please stay there a little longer...❞ in which her love and rose, evanesce and wilt. © _ascendant, 2019
