Rumors in the Dark | Yoonminff

They say I don't feel. That I wouldn't flinch if someone dropped dead in front of me. That I wear black because I'm mourning something I never had. They're not wrong. Not completely. I don't talk. I don't smile. I don't care - or at least, I didn't. Until him. Park Jimin. The boy with too much light in his eyes and too little fear in his heart. I watched him from the shadows, never close enough to touch. Never brave enough to speak. And when someone crossed a line I didn't think. I moved. Now he's gone. Dead. And they say I did it. There are whispers. Eyes. Distance. But the truth is never loud. It waits. It watches. And when it finally speaks... it ruins everything. Because love doesn't always save. Sometimes, it kills.