17. I don't believe

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Pain.

The fucking pain Felix felt when he looked back to see Changbin laying on the floor. 

Despair.

Felix felt despair as he realized what Changbin had done. It just didn't make sense to Felix, why he would do it.

Why did he sacrifice himself?

"Changbin! Don't leave me!" Felix shouted in distress.

He still looked at Changbin when the police pulled him into the shelter. He tried to get out of their grasp, but they would not let him.

"Hey, calm down. We'll get him out." One of the officer's said to him. 

"No! I can't leave! I need to get to him!" Felix yelled.

Soon an officer put him into a truck with the cashier, locking the door. Felix started crying, or almost sobbing while hugging himself. 

"Hey... listen, he's going to be okay." The cashier said, patting Felix's shoulder. "He had a plan and he asked you to trust him, right?"

Felix nodded, unable to speak through his tears.

"So he's going to be fine. He promised to you."

Changbin looked at the man. The man was furious, flames in his eyes. His mouth was a little open, teeth visibly gritting against each other.

You have destroyed yourself.

Does it matter any more?

Of course!

I don't care. I'm dying anyway, so if I was able to rescue them with the rest of my strength, I feel happy.

Don't talk like that. Do you really think you're about to die?

Yes, but I'm ready. I'm ready to leave this place. I am grateful that I got to experience such a life.

Are you starting a speech now? Are you going to give up?

What else can I do?

You can fight...

"Hey! Jackass!"   "Are you listening to me!?"

Changbin shook his head and moved his gaze to the man. A given up, insensitive and half-dead gaze, that had no more strength in it.

"The fuck are you looking at?" The man snapped and kicked Changbin's foot.

"Is your voice speaking to you right now?" Changbin suddenly asked. "Mine is talking... it's saying weird things."

The man rolled his eyes, lowering his shoulders a little. "Well, yeah. It's talking, but why do you care?"

"I... I want to know why we have these voices."

"Good question. I have no fucking clue." The man almost laughed. "Now, I will come up with something. I'm not going to let you go."

Changbin only nodded, feeling defeated. He didn't know what else he could do but wait there for death to come to him. 

"H-hey...?" Changbin asked, his voice trembling slightly.

"What now?" The man turned to him, annoyed.

"What's your name?"

The man almost facepalmed. "What does it fucking matter?"

"I... I guess I want to know it." Changbin answered.

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