𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 | wheesa ✓

10 | she's falling in fear

not me just now seeing how both of my mamamoo fics are angsty af (a bit of a spoiler lol) ... 😭😭😭

all my fics have like all the common angst tropes in them

this just shows how ✨uncreative✨i am

enjoy some lil angst and plot build-up tho and absolute nonsense <3

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She is afraid to fall in love,
afraid of the feelings and the way her heart raced.
But she couldn't help herself to be with them,
in order to feel those feelings again,
because she didn't know whether these feelings within her
would stay forever.

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Today's a beautiful day... somewhat. Wheein thought. For once, a thought that didn't result from overthinking or a dreaded breakdown in her head. She gazes up at the sky as she clutches her hands tightly on the handle of the wheelchair she was holding onto, letting the warmth of the sun rays smack against her face as she relishes the fresh air she was finally able to breathe within her.

Then, her eyes fixate back down on the wheelchair𑁋more specifically, the person who was in it: her grandmother, who had a mask around her face for protection, posture slightly slanted, a bouquet of flowers in her lap, and eyes gazing forwards down the sidewalk to the upcoming sights of the neighbourhood and small town ahead of them. Her grandmother hasn't been talking as much as before, mostly just staying silent and listening.  Wheein finds a gloomy expression on her own face as seeing her grandmother in this position wasn't something she looked forward to seeing. The old woman looked significantly weak than just a few days before, skin slightly more rough and breathing more heavy.

A sigh leaves Wheein's mouth as she focuses on walking, a low tune humming out of her lips of the melody of a sing her mother used to sing to her. It wasn't entirely a long walk to visit the cemetery on these type of days, but she chose to walk more slowly to be able to rekindle the song in her mind. Her mother's voice is something she deeply misses. Wheein could only remember how lively the woman used to be, even during her younger days before she married her father. Wheein remembers some of the stories her mother used to tell her when she was young𑁋how her father was once a good man to be with; he was responsible, patient, and caring. And then something happened𑁋something that Wheein wasn't entirely sure what yet also doesn't want to know, but something happened, and that all changed in the blink of an eye.

After that, Wheein instantly saw the life out of her slowly vanish, before disappearing completely in just a single second. In just the single click of a trigger. In just one simple action𑁋a simple action that couldn't have been revoked at all.

And then her father escaped and just erased himself from existence somewhere in the world with pretty much all the money they had.

She hated thinking about it. She hated thinking of the one night that completely traumatised her. She hated thinking about it all being her fault𑁋that the reason why her mother died was because of her, and of all the arguments her parents had about her.

What if she could've stopped her father? What if she opened that damn bedroom door and yelled at him to stop? Would it be that easy?

Please, stop... Wheein begs to herself in her head.