"N- NO!.." I was struggling on the chair that I was tied on, shouting in fear and anger, as they were beating up a certain someone that was familiar to me.
"Stop it! Please.. Stop!" I was frustrated and I was begging as If I was a beggar who hadn't eaten for days, I was desparate, I didn't want to see him getting hurt.
"I SAID STO-" As I was about to say something again, someone smacked me in the head using a blunt weapon, It made me fall to the ground while still tied on the chair.
I bled so much that time, that it made my vision blurry, It felt like i was about to lose consciousness, It hurts so much..
the last thing that I saw was a clear sight of a devastated look of that guy, when he saw me bleeding on the ground, I saw tears fall down on his cheeks.
He cried..
I murmured to myself the last thing that I wanted to tell him.
"I'm sorry.."
Then my eyes slowly shut, as i lose consciousness.
It felt like I was a body of a corpse, unable to move, talk, simply enough it felt like I was dead.
...
Huh.. How the world is so unfair.
the world would have its way to keep the ones that we love separated from us.
As if it was a trial if the relationship would last longer, and would make the bond stronger.
But.. Clearly..
It's just the world making destiny a fool of itself, as if we aren't destined for each other,
as if we were just being lied to.
as if all of those precious memories that we had, didnt mean anything..
...
Why do I feel like my body is moving?
As if someone was desparately wanting me to come back, It felt like I was being shaken furiously....
.. Heh.. Someone's desparate.
" ******! ******..!"
He was calling out my name countless of times with frustration, he was scared, As if he feared to lose someone..
He was scared.. to lose me..
He carried my unconcious body and went somewhere, perhaps he seeked for help.
His body probably went numb, when he saw me.. Hurt and unconscious. As if he didnt felt the pain that those people did to him.
As if he felt the pain more when he saw me.. I can see right through his face earlier..
I felt overwhelmed
If only I could tell you how much you really mean to me.
If only.. I had the courage to.. Before.
...
Perhaps it was too late.
I love you.
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Mellifluous
Non-FictionThe immense feeling of lechery can be risky. It takes commitment, acceptance, and hatred. Either be pain or devotion. Jih-yun finds himself in a tricky predicament. And almost loses himself when he discovered, 'him'. Credits to the manga and its aut...