>>>>10. The next mistake<<<<

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"Wait up! You're really walking fast!"

A voice floated to you. You turned around to find Seokjin huffing.

"You're too fast, lady. Way too fast."

Somehow this comment made you smile.

"Well, you're way too slow, doc. Keep up or you'll lose me."

You smirked a little seeing him roll his eyes.

After what seemed like eternity, Seokjin spoke again.

"May I know why we're hiking again."

You took a deep breath as you kept walking.

"My past. We're about to meet my past. And... I feel I need to be there... In person, to remember everything. To face myself."

Face my past.

Face my next mistake.

Your eyes start to water again.

What the heck? Why am I crying all the time.

You keep on walking until you hear a sharp cry.

"STOPPP!"

Seokjin shouted. But why?

You look back and find him running to you.

"WHAT THE HECK IS WRONG WITH YOU? " he shouts as he reaches you.

"Okay why are you shouting?" you ask, as he pulls you aside.

"Okay what was that --"

And then you realise.

Oh shit.

You eyes widen as they fall on the edge of the hill. The deep gorge below, glares at you.

Oh shit. Shit. Shit.

Shocked at what just happened, you look at Seokjin, with wide eyes.

"You're seriously taking the 'you'll lose me' thing very, very seriously?"

His eyebrows furrow deep, trying to assume your next action.

"Oh what the----"

And then deja vu hits you.


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Your head was stinging and your heart thumped against the ribcage, begging for freedom.

It was bleeding.

Your damn heart was falling apart.

You did not feel sad. This feeling was so foreign and so distant, that it made you feel dead...

Why? Why? Why?


The question reverberates all around you, and after a point of time, you can no longer hear anything else.

Why? Why? Why?


You're walking aimlessly. You feel helpless. You do not know who to call or ask for help.

Who is there to ask for help? In this world, is there anyone left who truly cared for you?

In the distance you see the sun disappearing. Just like your love, that gave you a chance to live....

Why? Why? Why?


You look up at the sky, mumbling a small consolation to your recurring question.

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