When dancing to Okey dokey together became their thing
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In his quiet heart, one sided love took root only to be shaken by the arrival of a next door neighbor who filled his world with colours Han seojun never knew existed.
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The past couple of minutes were like a blur of pain and despair, my head echoed with voices. Words the doctor said, the words Su ho said, and The words I said to his father. All sentences amalgamated into a poison.
A poison that ran through my veins like blood. My eyes burned with the hot tears that I was still too stubborn to shed. My consciousness constantly mocked me "You did this to him! You did this to your friend!!"
Hearing the truth unveiled before me, left me tattered, as if I were ripped to shreds in seconds. Every word that left Su ho's mouth was no less than a butcher's knife, that stabbed me repeatedly until I was a bleeding mess.
Suddenly, the noise subsided when I felt something warm touch my cold hand and pulled me out of the hell hole I call myself. My gaze fell on Ji ah crouched down before me, her fingers holding mine as she scribbled something on the back of my palm. Then looked up at me and gave me a smile.
My eyes flickered to the smiley face she drew on my hand,
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normally that would have made me smile but it never happened. Ji ah took a seat next to me and grabbed my chin to make me face her. Our eyes locked and her thumb slowly caressed my cheek "It's not your fault"
Her voice hit my ears and my eyes pooled. I didn't know that ears had such a compelling hold over eyes. The stubborn tears were finally free to let loose. So she held me and I cried. I cried and I don't know for how long it went on like that.
An eternity later when my eyes went dry and I was able to blink away the haze of sadness and anger, I realized that my head was buried in the crook of her neck with her arms wrapped around me like a shield.
I slightly backed away and her hands flew off my body to my face, cradling it to wipe away the traces of my emotional breakdown. "You were right... He was suffering from panic attacks" I admitted, "You didn't know..." Ji ah coaxed but I cut her off.
"You told me! You did but I... I'm a douch bag!!" I spat, the words left a bitter taste in my mouth.
Ji ah: "We all make mistakes Han seojun, Instead of dwelling on it try to make up for it"
The irony of the situation made me scoff, "Make up for what? For pushing him to the edge? For accusing him of being a murderer?" I hissed.
"You were in pain! Grief clouded your judgment, it tends to do that" She mumbled, her hand descending from my face to my hand and squeezing it with reassurance. "It wasn't anything but me, I wanted those accusations to be true so that I could stay free of any guilt" My voice faltered and my throat started to feel tight yet again but I managed to gulp it down.
