Yang Jungwon
No.
No.
No.
No.
No.
That wasn't an illusion?
Just then I saw the guy that got the flowers and Choon Hee, standing together.
She took the flowers from him gently as she placed them on the stone.
I ran over to her.
"Choon Hee" I said, softly.
"Babe" I continued.
She wasn't paying attention to me at all.
As if I wasn't here.
As if she didn't see me.
"Mosh?" I quietly spoke, my tears started welling up in my eyes as my voice cracked a little.
This is scary.
I'm so scared.
What does this mean?
What is even happening?
Why can't I touch things?
Why can't she hear me?
Why can't she see me?
Why is my name on there?
I thumped myself onto the grass and sat there, in front of Choon Hee and that random guy.
I sat in front of my stone?
My gravestone?
Was I dead?
How the hell did I even die?
No.
This can't be true.
I must be dreaming.
I chuckled to myself as the tears continued flowing down my face.
"This is just a dream." I whispered to myself, before I shut my eyes tightly, took my hand and pinched my arm, super hard.
I winced in pain.
As I opened my eyes,
I was still in front of,
My gravestone.
I bit my lip hard enough for it to bleed.
The tears never stopped flowing down my face.
I watched them, sadly as she linked her arms with his and she leaned her head on his shoulder.
What was I supposed to say?
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HOLD ME | 양정원
Fanfiction"Could she hold me for just a little longer?" "Just a little." en- yang jungwon ff short story ¿ start: 01/18/22 end: 03/03/22
