What if I said I loved you?
What if all that's left of you is the lingering warmth of your lips from that night?
Will I ever get to hold you like I did on the ethereal night under the moonlight?
‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ☆ ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙
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‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ☆ ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙ "Hey! Stop that! Who is Chen?" Jungkook asked frantically as he pulled my arms away from my head. I flinched as the pounding in my head continued. It was a pleasant type of pain- the type that hurt so much that it erased all the previous pain and left me in a pleasant sort of state.
"Hey..." I heard Jungkook's soothing voice once more. His tender touch on the bare skin of my wrists seemed to make time move in slow motion as my senses began to recover.
Did I really just do that in front of him?
Did I really just reveal a piece of the darkness living deep inside?
Did he just witness a piece of me that I hid so well?
"I-" Without saying another word I stood up and broke free from his grasp on my wrist. I was embarrassed and also scared. Jungkook saw the real me, the real me that was not normal. He saw the real me I hid so well...
"I'm sorry but I have to leave" I mumbled as I weakly ran away from him. I could hear him calling my name, but I didn't care. I didn't want the one person who made me smile think I was insane and pathetic. I didn't want the one person who seemed to actually comfort me see me for the monster I truly am...
I was utteraly pathetic the way I was
Nothing good would ever come out of knowing the real me
I didn't need his pity
And I certaitly didn't need him to see me as a sick person he had to take care of
Maybe...
Maybe it would be the best for the both of us if I just disappeared...
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