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      Bang!

     I fired a shot aimlessly at the NCT Dream members and immediately started running in the other direction.

     I slammed my body into the door, and it shut before the members could get to me. I kept running as fast as I could, even though I had no earthly clue where I was. It felt like I was running down stairs for an eternity before I saw a way out.

  


     A door.



     "Thank gosh", I mumbled to myself.

     I pushed it open and squinted after the sun shone brightly in my face. I took a split second to look around me and figure out which way to go.

  

     I needed help.

...And I knew who to get it from.


     I started running down an alleyway. People outside of their homes stared at me. Maybe I made it obvious that I was being chased...but I didn't care about being "obvious" anymore. I was completely focused on getting to where I wanted to be.

 

     White Lotus Cemetery.


     I ran into the cemetery without thinking twice, and frantically looked around for a certain grave.

  

      Oh Chaeyong.


     There it was. 

     Mom.


     I stopped and ran my fingers over the gravestone. I tried to be quiet, but I was so out of breath.

     "Eomma...", I fell to the ground and stared at the stone.

     I couldn't find any words. There was too much on my mind. Tears started streaming down my cheeks, and I couldn't help but let out full sobs. All the stress just built up. I wanted it all to stop.

     "Eomma", I cried, "If you didn't leave me, I wouldn't even be here right now"

     But she did leave.

     I felt alone and abandoned.


      I heard people running into the graveyard.


     I looked at my handgun. I didn't want to do anything with it anymore...I just put it next to my mom's gravestone.

     "Here...", I whispered, "You take it. I don't want it..."

 

     The footsteps got louder.


      I didn't even try to hide.

     I sat in the same position. Motionless. Staring at my mom's grave.

      "Hands up!", someone shouted from behind me.

      I slowly turned around.


     It was Jeno.

     With his gun pointed at me.


     My eyes were blank. All of me just felt empty and careless. I sat in the same position with my legs pulled to my chest.

     "Just do it...", I said quietly. My voice was still choked up from crying.

     Jeno lowered his gun and stared at me.

      "Gosh, Jiwoo", he fell to my side and gave me a huge hug, "Don't say that..."

     I buried my face in his chest and started crying all over again.



      "I'm so sorry", I sobbed.

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