PERFECTLY IMPERFECT || KTHxREADER

VII

[Your POV]

Twisting the doorknob, the door swung wide open revealing my mom kneeling while my sister's arms wrapped around her neck.

They turn to me as soon as they heard the faint sound coming from the door.

"E-Eomma." I stutter.

My mom look at me with watery eyes and there's a tear that's threatening to fall.

The last time I saw her crying is when Grandpa died, she's tough, very tough. And it pains me to see her weeping because I never used to see her like that.

She's hurting because of dad. I hate him.

I guess that our family was breaking down. The castle made of sand is falling from within because a member of the family loose his hold and finally go. There's only three walls and that was me, my mom and sister. What if one of us give up?

I froze.

They slowly walk to me and give me a warm hug, whining in my embrace.

I didn't imagine a thing that they will do that. I'm ready to receive the slap or dis own me to express her burning outrage but all of that was my expectations.

I blink a few times to awaken my sense and turn back to reality but to my surprise all I'm experiencing is totally real. "Dad left us." My sister whisper in a shaky tone of voice while pressing her lips to hold herself from crying.

I accept that before but I don't accept the fact that it might take us a year to move forward. He didn't deserve our cries because what he did was unacceptable. "I'm sorry, mom. I shouldn't hide it from you. Mom, I saw them---." She smile and cup my cheeks.

"I understand, Y/N. I knew it also." I was taken by surprise when she said that.

"Then why did you act like you know nothing?" I asked tearing up, can't believe that she kept it for a long time. She's been hiding it ever since and she didn't even tell us. She must be in pain more that I am.

"I have to, to keep us complete even though it's totally not. I promised to myself to fix it but--- I let him go." Her glimmering eyes was gone replaced with a sad one.

Those brilliant smiles turn into melancholies and regrets. I'm also regretting, all of it is my fault. If I only didn't act immature then my family was still complete until now.

I keep blaming myself because this tragedy starts on me and they're feeling all of this because of me. I'd rather kill myself than seeing them struggling to control their emotions.

Here I goes again. Being paralyze with my suicidal thoughts.

I hate myself.