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Hi Everyone, I have been writing short stories and stories with my dear sweetheart, Shin Minki，Some are inspired by B2ST songs, some my own and some inspired by Minki<3 But for now, since I will be on hiatus for a month, I will put up one story.
I really hope you all will like it. ;D
Comments are always welcomed! (:
Heerin Point Of View.
I don't understand.
Is this what we have to go through?
I couldn't think twice. I felt the blade against my skin as it slit through my wrist and blood came flowing out. I bit my lips to endure the pain, as it was the first time I was doing this to myself.
"Heerin, where are you?" a very familiar voice called my name. But I was too 'busy' to bother. She grabbed my wrist and looked at me in horror. "What are you doing?!" Without hesitation, she pressed my wound, most likely trying to stop my blood from flowing. I didn't say a word to her.
After clearing my wound and bandaging it, she helped me onto the couch in the living room. I remembered feeling a stinging pain on my face when she gave me a hard tight slap. That slap was a stamp, it was a mark, it meant something.
She cares for me.
Because I did not want to live in a world of rejection, dejection, cruelty and harsh remarks, I decided to give up on life. But how could I have forgotten, I still have her, my best friend. Her slap was a wake up call. For the past few weeks, I had been like an empty human body, one without a soul.
She cried, I never saw her cry. She had always been strong and always protected me. She didn't allow me to come into any harm. And yet, I disappointed her by harming myself. Her face reminded me of the promises we made to one another, the dreams that we had. If it wasn't for her, I could have died, then and there, in my own pool of blood.
I'm sorry Minki, jinjja.... Sorry....
I really hope you all will like it. ;D
Comments are always welcomed! (:
Heerin Point Of View.
I don't understand.
Is this what we have to go through?
I couldn't think twice. I felt the blade against my skin as it slit through my wrist and blood came flowing out. I bit my lips to endure the pain, as it was the first time I was doing this to myself.
"Heerin, where are you?" a very familiar voice called my name. But I was too 'busy' to bother. She grabbed my wrist and looked at me in horror. "What are you doing?!" Without hesitation, she pressed my wound, most likely trying to stop my blood from flowing. I didn't say a word to her.
After clearing my wound and bandaging it, she helped me onto the couch in the living room. I remembered feeling a stinging pain on my face when she gave me a hard tight slap. That slap was a stamp, it was a mark, it meant something.
She cares for me.
Because I did not want to live in a world of rejection, dejection, cruelty and harsh remarks, I decided to give up on life. But how could I have forgotten, I still have her, my best friend. Her slap was a wake up call. For the past few weeks, I had been like an empty human body, one without a soul.
She cried, I never saw her cry. She had always been strong and always protected me. She didn't allow me to come into any harm. And yet, I disappointed her by harming myself. Her face reminded me of the promises we made to one another, the dreams that we had. If it wasn't for her, I could have died, then and there, in my own pool of blood.
I'm sorry Minki, jinjja.... Sorry....