It took two months for your leg to heal enough that you could take it out of the cast, but your heart would never heal enough that you could stop laying bandages on it to cover up its ugly wounds.
Se-ri's death was just another addition to the experiences that made up the swirling ocean of pain inside your mind.
That along with your father's death,
and the death of your friend from elementary school.
Each and every one of those deaths you couldn't remember what happened. You couldn't remember because your brain blocked it out. You couldn't remember because you didn't want to.
Even so, you didn't have to remember.
You didn't have to remember because, even without knowing what had happened, you knew it was your fault.
That's why their deaths, of all the deaths you had experienced, were lurking in the depths of your ocean, blaming you.
It was all your fault.
YOU ARE READING
UNDERWATER
Fanfiction[your life as an idol from the start to wherever it is now] "Your group was called UNDERWATER to represent where you had started, somewhere dark and lonely where no one knew who you were. Rise above the tide. 𝘉𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦. You told yourself."
