Every footsteps and heavy breaths echoed in his ears as he walked to where his feet took him.
Once he reached the ring full of punching bags, his figure dropped down.
All he can see is red.
There's blood on his hands and blood on his torso.
It's like he was stabbed—the tricky feeling running through his nerves.
Jisung took a deep sigh and eventually laid on the cold floorboard as he stared at the black ceiling.
He was mentally exhausted.
Ever since he stopped taking his pills, the nightmares have worsened.
The sudden flashes of bloody scenarios making him weak. He's once again restless.
He felt crazy himself, wanting to talk with his family therapist and just go wild.
It all started when he reached 18 last year. The year when he found himself in a deep dream
It was blurry and all, and the voices were like the string noise of a microphone.
It was traumatizing, so his parents sent him to therapy and gave him the prescribed pills.
Just when he turned 19, it stopped.
He thought it was over, but now it has come back.
That very moment when he laid his eyes on her.
He felt something—so warm and so sweet.
He wanted to hold her, hug her, heck, even kiss her, but why?
Jisung tasted a drop of his bitter tears, which suddenly flowed down as he closed his eyes.
Who is she?
Just who is she to me?
🍂
Both Naih and Yangyang are roaming through the huge campus, with the male carrying Jisung's bag.
It was when the two classes swiftly finished and the boy hadn't yet shown up that it worried Naih for a reason that she didn't know.
She just happened to see the tears trickling in his eyes when he looked at her, and Naih just felt... quite different.
"I bet he's in his locker,. Yangyang said, and the girl pouted.
They already passed his locker a few minutes before.
They continued to walk until a familiar, tall figure stepped out of the clinic.
"There!" she beamed and grabbed the bag, then ran, leaving her friend dumbfounded.
Jisung just mindlessly walked ahead. The medicine for the headache is slowly taking effect as he feels sleepy.
Head hung low, he saw two pairs of feet stopped inches in front of him, making him immediately halt and snap in front.
There he saw the girl who's the cause of everything.
His eyes trailed on her features: dark, narrow eyes, pointy lips, thin pink lips, and milky white skin.
She's flashing a toothy smile, her bright aura warming him up.
"Jisung!" She then handed him a bag, making him lightly gasp when he realized that it's his.
"Oh, thank you" he lowly mumbled and took it.
"I haven't introduced myself yesterday, didn't I?" she giggled and reached her hand out. "I'm Lim Naih..from Shanghai, China."
"Lim Naih, track her."
"Naih, I love you."
"Park Jisung," he said, taking her hand.
And just when the magic started, the sudden physical contact sent an overflowing warmth engulfing their bodies. Hearts racing as they looked directly into each other's eyes.
"Can you promise me one thing?"
"What is that?"
"Promise me that you'll kill every Neo out of the way, even me."
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