"I-it's ..... Terribly extreme!" I almost screamed while pacing back and forth here in my room floor, while Jaemin was in my bed, sitting, and listening to me.
"What did Haechan do?" Jaemin asked me so i looked at him.
"When the truck is about to hit me, he stopped it. I think? Because i closed my eyes that time. A-and, i saw what happened to the truck's metal in it's front and saw also the bleeding fist of him. So do you think he punched it?" I asked.
"Maybe." He reacted. "He has really an extraordinary powers like devils do."
When i heard him say that, i didnt replied back.
But i sighed.
"It feels like i dont wanna believe my eyes anymore. Everything seems like a lie." I said sadly.
Then, i feel him patting my back.
"But your heart wouldn't lie to you." He smiled.
I smiled back shyly. "I had to admit, i felt something when i saw him, and he said, he wouldn't want to see me dead."
"What .... Did you felt?" Jaemin asked curioused.
"It is the feeling i wanted to do to someone i wanted to hug right that time. God knows how much i missed him. I would like to hug him that time, wanna hear his voice sing for me again. But i am afraid." I said trying to straighten my voice from getting broken.
"Why are you afraid?" He asked.
"Im afraid. To get hurt." The emotions i am trying to hold since then flows down and i put my palms next to my face.
I didn't heard him say anything but i know he is still in there.
"You can't blame me, Jaemin. Im afraid, he already told me he lied. That's what people dont understand. My pride and trust were all broken and destroyed. My life is already fucked up. Im trying to fix me, fix my heart, but i think i cant." I said uncontrollably.
"Ssssh." He pat me in my back.
I didnt knew my tears were already dripping in my palms but i hadn't managed to stop them up.
"Would it be my fault if a lot of people around me was killing me softly because of lies?" I asked, while sobbing.
"Mark, it's not your fault." I heard Jaemin.
"I just want to be happy again." I said lowly.
"Then, talk to him." He said.
"Im afraid of him." I admitted.
"To get hurt by him?" He asked.
"Physically. Emotionally." I replied.
"But he likes you. He loves you." He said in contrary.
"Once a devil, is a devil. Im afraid, the other hell devils might put a spell on him and suddenly he'll kill me with his extraordinary hands." I said.
