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you reach home in less than 5 minutes, you enter the door and as usual, your sister gets home earlier than you so you see her first

"hi," you say tiredly.

even if you're tired and stressed out, you still find some time and effort to greet everyone in your home.

Rose who's currently reading her book, she looks up at you and then back at the book she's reading.

"Unnie, w-what's wrong?" you question her while you walk towards her.

she immediately closes the book she was reading and faces you.

"a-are you alright?" she stutters.

you immediately furrow your eyebrows in confusion as you throw your bag on the floor harshly, you flinched slightly at the loud bang so did she, but you didn't pay much attention to it.

"w-why is e-everyone asking me the same thing?!" you begin to go hysterical 

she didn't reply to you then she snatches her phone from the table, unlocks it, and goes to the Photos, she shoves her phone to your face.

"This was from prom, right?" she shows you a picture of you dancing with Jin in the huge hall.

"yeah, w-what's wrong with it? is it because I didn't tell you who my date was?" you try to say it with a laugh but are full of confusion.

"there's nothing wrong with that, but this is" she swipes her phone to the left.

your jaw drops as soon as the video starts playing 



of you dancing



alone...


you snatch her phone from her hands and look directly into the video, it is clear to see that you're dancing alone, your arms are extended to your shoulder level as you form a circle with your hands with

the air.

you were smiling and dancing, alone.

you gulp your saliva and you blink multiple times, you couldn't believe what you're currently looking at, as much as you try to remember if you were dancing alone but you didn't.

"t-that might not be me" you state out, tossing the phone harshly on the dining table in front of her.

she thinks that you're mad due to what your reaction is, but in the insides, you begin to feel frightened, you try to deny that the person is you.

"how could it not be you? the girl here is wearing the exact same dress, hairstyle, makeup and face as you" she argues while she bangs her fisted hand on the table.

you flinch at the sudden movement she did, you want to disagree with what she said but it's obvious to see that it's clearly you.

"some of my batchmates are talking shit about you right after they've seen this video. they're assuming that you're crazy" she says in an upsetting voice.

"I-i tried defending you..." she states.


"n-no, I was with Jimin in this video! both of us were dancing together! I swear!" you proclaim.

she looks at you with a doubt, she looks away from you while shutting her eyes closed, you stay quiet as you watch her movements

what's really happening?

you don't understand a thing.

"Y/n, can't you see that you're just dancing alone there, and who the hell is Jimin?" she wonders while her face looks at you as if you're crazy.

she snatches her phone and begins to dig into her photos, she opens a picture and throws her phone harshly right in front of you on the dining table.

"what's this then?" she raises both of her eyebrows while pointing at a picture of you outside crying.

alone.

you took a huge sigh while your eyebrows are furrowed at her and on her phone, you couldn't believe on what you're seeing.






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the next day has come by, just a few more days to go and school's finally gonna end and you can't wait for it to be over now and start 12th grade without any hassle.

you enter the school campus with a blank face, everyone watches your every step which is making you feel a bit insecure knowing that the stares are something else.

it's more of judging you rather than admiring.

and as if they saw a ghost walk in the hallways

you try to ignore their eyes on you as you proceed to take the stairs going to the second floor of the building.

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you enter the class without even looking at anyone, not even Dahyun who previously embarrassed you in front of the whole school and has made a scene.

the scene that will mark you as the crazy girl.

"I swear I saw her dancing alone but was pretending that she had a partner" you hear a soft whisper from behind.

everyone keeps saying that, but you don't believe in the rumors that they're assuming.

"well it was clear that she didn't had a partner so she danced by herself so what's wrong with that?" she asks her classmates.

You swore to the heavens to please stop this nonsense that they're talking about.

you know, you know in your heart that Jimin is alive and loves you so much to the point where you believe in nothing but him.

"I can clearly hear all of you" you say as you look straight on the whiteboard with a deep voice.

they began to go silent as they look at each other, widening their eyes while staring at each other.

you couldn't hold your tears anymore, you hate the way they all think that Jimin doesn't exist when in fact that he's the love of your life and they couldn't see that.

"I'm telling you guys, I wasn't alone during that time, so please, just stop" you couldn't handle your tears anymore as your voice begins to crack.

you badly want to believe that he exists, and even in your heart.

it cracks like a building that starts to break down into smaller pieces as it hits the ground harshly, making the smaller pieces break even more and more until it turns into dust and its remains.

you couldn't take it anymore as you begin to break down into tears, you hate it when someone sees you cry, so you dashed out of the classroom. you haven't even dropped your bag yet on the floor but you didn't care considering how heavy your bag is.





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