𝐵𝓁𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 {𝒞𝒽𝑒𝓃𝓈𝓊𝓃𝑔}

5. Dreams

(A/N: this is like an actual dream, not a memory)

I open my eyes to the bright blue sky, the sun shining down on my face. The grass felt soft under me and the breeze was calming.

I sit up and admire my surroundings. I was in the middle of a field, filled with pretty flowers stretching for miles. I wasn't alone though. I could feel something else.

Suddenly, Jisung appears a few feet away from me. I quickly get up and walk over to him with a soft smile. He looked tired and weak.

He collapses to his knees suddenly, tears coming out of his eyes as he begins shaking violently.

"Jisung," I ask, getting down to his level, looking at him with immense worry.

"I-I killed them. I-I did it," he stutters as tears continue pouring.

"What," I ask in a voice barely above a whisper.

"I killed them. It's all my fault. This is all my fault. Chenle, what am I going to do," he asks, sobbing harder. His hands touch my face, smearing a sticky liquid on them. I just looked back at him, eyes wide, too shocked to speak.

Blood begins dripping from the corners of his mouth and pouring from his stomach. I pull him closely, holding him.

"Chenle, don't let me go. I don't want to go," he yells in agony. Tears begin welling my eyes. I couldn't move to stop the bleeding, I couldn't move at all.

"It hurts! Help me, please!"

Jisung stares at me, pleading to make the pain go away. I didn't know how to stop it. I couldn't stop it.

Chenle jolts awake, breathing heavily, his face wet with tears. It takes him a moment to realize he was in his room, safe. He checks his phone. May 22nd, 2019.

Two days before Jisung's funeral.