"I have a key to suicide; the death formula."
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BOOK ONE OF DEATH SERIES
In which, an unfamiliar boy attempts to guide Kang Soa out of depression and from her intentions to commit suicide only by a formula.
A mysterious boy,
A depressed girl,
And...
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"Here," said Jimin, placing forth a lunch box in my line of sight. "I've prepared lunch for your mother."
I frowned. The edges of my lips tugging down as I peered at my friend of the cheerful countenance. His eyes crinkled cutely as he looked at me, resplendent.
"No. I'm sorry. I can't take it." I replied, apologetically. Pushing the bag of food in his direction.
Jimin was a great friend of mine. One that I wouldn't be able to find even after I take the shaft of the naked flares with me on a dark road but the fact that he always tried to help me out with things some way or the other would upset me for the simple reason that I never desired to except pity. Neither from him nor anyone.
At my reply, Jimin's chin dipped into his chest. Now a sullen expression on his once bright face. "I worked so hard to make this." He said.
He pouted like a young boy, disconsolate regarding his unavailing efforts and my heart broke to see him sad. Pursing my lips into a thin line, I said, "Alright too much of your acting. I'll take it." No sooner I said that he was smiling again which unconsciously made me crack a grin too.
Biding him goodbye, I had set off for the visit to my mother in the hospital. As I stepped onto the gravelly road, the midday light brought a brighter palette to the view, the path ahead of me at it's clearest, as if the artist surrendered to a bonnier mood. The vociferous sound of the crowded street drowned me into the drab of the world though I remained apathetic of it.
Minutes later, I reached the hospital, making my way towards the room in which my mother was.
Taking in a deep drag of breath, I pushed open the door not before wearing a wide smile on my face as I sauntered inside.
"Hey, mum!" I walked up to her, pulling a nearby chair and heaved myself on it.
My mother's sunken eyes sluggishly opened as though peeling the eyelids apart seemed a great task for her muscles. A small pained smile displayed on her parched lips. "Soa, my child. I'm sorry."
Her eyes misted over with tears. "My love, I'm sorry for everything. I had troubled you so much. I'm really sorry." She raved. Her shaking hands held mine tightly. "Your dad's death had made me a complete mess. I had begun to despise him because I couldn't find any reason to get rid of my mixed emotions. I'm really sorry that you had to be a victim of the toxicity that I irradiated. I failed as a mother. I failed."
"No mother. No, you didn't." I felt a lump forming in my throat. "You were the best mother I could ever ask for. You raised me alone even when dad wasn't there. You struggled to pay my fees, you overworked yourself. You didn't fail. No, you didn't."
She sobbed as I pulled her into a hug. Her fragile form unevenly shaking from every wave of sorrow that exited her soul.
I could hear Taehyung's voice at the back of my mind. "Fifth rule of death formula; forgive the ones who hurt you in the past."
And in the absolute silence of the room except for the odd sobs of my mother, I then realized that my heart got woven again with my mother, the only parent I had whose presence was soon going to get blotted out.
