When kiseop met kevin woo

When kiseop met kevin woo

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Warning: Story contains Angst/suicide theme. Happiness is fairytale, it happens to the lucky ones, and the unlucky ones, sit on top of buildings, looking at the pavement 30 stories up and wonder whether it's going to hurt when they hit it. I've been sitting here almost an hour and now I think I'm ready to fly. I've got to be, because after everything, my life has brought me here and if I wasn't truly ready, I wouldn't have come all this way. I stand up and get ready, here goes. The door opens not far behind me and someone walks out. "Excuse me, OH MY GOD! DON'T JUMP!" The voice scares me, I turn my head and look at the young boy who was almost a witness to my own self murder. The boy was shivering in fear, his eyes had tears streaming down them and he looked white as a ghost. "Go away!" I tell him. "Don't do it. Please. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if you did this right here in front of me." The sweet boy says. With a growl I step back and sit. The guy walks over and sits be
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When I was little, I was never healthy for a full day. When I would go to school, I would carry around an oxygen tank so that I could breathe properly. There was once where I had come close to death. At that time, my mother and father promised me that they wouldn't ever leave me. That is, until someone came in an murdered them while I was at school. When I was dropped off from the bus stop, I automatically knew something was wrong because my mother would always wait for me. When she wasn't there, I began to get worried. 'Had she forgotten?' Was the first thing I thought as I walked up the stairs and into my house. 'Mama? Papa?' I questioned walking into their room. As I made the first step in, I heard squishing under my feet as if the carpet was wet.

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