•Chapter 38 | Don't worry. I'm still here. Please... forgive me...•

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I sit alone at my kitchen chair.

The empty table is right infront of me.

The ground is wasted with shattered glass of plates with fingerprints of a demon.

I blink.

My soulless hands lay on the table flat.

The house is empty.

The house is a place full of nightmares and great mess.

The living room.
The floor is decayed with the blood of Seán McLoughin.
Not so living indeed.

The table in there was almost as if decorated with the wooden Oujia board.

... I slightly scratch my black nails...

I blink.





















I miss him.

















I really do.












It hasn't even been a day....


- Shit it hasn't even been an hour.















The wind blows through my hair.

The windows are open.

The glass is shattered.

... the mirrors are broken.

My house is filled with blood.

I wish somebody could take this pain away.

I love him... so bad...


I grasp my hair tightly.
I know I can't do this.

I need him.

He changed me...

I think like him.
Talk like him.
I became his emotional puppet of love and heartbreak but... I loved him...

I pull my hair tighter...

My fridge hums...
The clock blinks...

... my heart breaks....


I take out my phone.

I knew who to call.

I knew.

He added his phone number there himself...

He named himself my... boyfriend...

... but just like he was gone from my life - so was his own phone number...




















I have someone else....

I'm not particularly intrested in him but...



... he's a friend.

What would Dark think of you?


I don't care.

I don't want to care.








I find his contact....









The glass screen cooled my wet cheek....










He answers...




















"Hello?"














I just answer....




















"John..."




My breath hitches.

My hands shake from anxiety.




"(Y/n)? Y-you're alright?"














I blink...











My eyes travel down...









I continue to blink...











"I don't know."

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