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TAEHYUNG'S POV:
It was a shadow.
It just sat there, didn't say a single word. It just. Sat.

Please... P-Please... Please look at me!...

"S-Say something! Anything! I'm- I'm sorry!"
It started walking away.
My heart racing as my chest heaved.

"It can't be! I don't- No! You can't leave! Not you too..."
I-I felt something on my cheek.

What is that? Water? Tears?

I wipe it off my cheek. But it keeps coming back. This stinging sensation.

Why? Why does this... Feel so familiar? It's just like-

Old times...
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The dripping sounds of water echoed endlessly in the deep, hallow and somewhat dark... Cave?
Then I hear a voice, it sounded eerie and chilling I couldn't-

They all leave... They always leave... It's all the same...

I press my palm against my ears desperately and I got scared. The voice, I still kept hearing it. Repeating the torturing words and I remained unsure of what parts were torturing, what part had me wanting to bleed myself raw.

I couldn't decide if it was echoing from somewhere within this cave-like place or if it was all just a figment of my imagination. If it was all in my head, like they always said It was.
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They all leave... They always leave... It's all the same...
I hear it again and again and again.

Consistently getting louder, echoing hard enough for me to instinctively press down on ears harder.

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S-Stop

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I don't want it

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No!

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Please!

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Make it stop!

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I'M BEGGING YOU, MAKE IT STOP!

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I hesitantly open my eyes slowly but shut them again and rubbed them, trying to adjust to the light.

The light was still quite overwhelming, so I rolled over and buried my head in a pillow for a few seconds. I raised my head once again and realized I had gone to bed with out turning off the lights, so it made sense.
I got up and amidst my hazy yet somewhat groggy mind I make it to the bathroom.
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I went down the fleet of stairs, I was quite hasty if I do say so.
Not forgetting to call out before I leave.

"I've gotta run, bye mom, love you!"
I shouted to an empty living room before I locked the door, then ran all the way to the bus stop.