You did it; you finally left her.
I thought as the endless river of tears stained my face. Sitting outside, I felt helpless, the police tape blocking any way of accessing your dorm.
The fragrance of death was fresh in the air, and just as I thought the pain couldn't get any worse, I took another breath. It filled up my lungs with sharp pains and left my body with loud sobs.
But no matter how much I cried and prayed to wake up from this nightmare, I knew I couldn't escape from this inevitable suffering.
"I'm sorry!" I was able to choke out between sobs and coughs.
I couldn't do anything except be angry at you, but I knew it was useless. No matter what I could've done, I wouldn't have been strong enough to prevent this.
How could I have?
You lacked love.
You lacked a savior.
You were deprived.
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deprived | jung hoseok
Short Storythe most precious of flowers need many resources to survive but I guess she refused to give you enough you were a wilting flower and she was a thorn ♡ jung hoseok fanfic 2017 ♡
