Flashback
Gruesome.
It was horrifying .
When I had to watch my best friend die at the age of eight, who wouldn't suffer a trauma after that? I was only a six year old kid.
I coil the grass tightly between my grasp, hardly taking breathes. There Yesung lies, whispering that everything's gonna be fine. That it’s gonna be okay. And that this was all just a bad dream.
I can see the painful crease on his face as he stretches his arm to grabs hold of my little hand. I can’t stop my tears from falling uncontrollably down my blood-stained cheeks. What’s more heartbreaking is that it isn’t my blood.
Everything around is dull blur. Cold ice-like snow pricking my skin. I can't concentrate. I can't comprehend anything properly. The only thing I can focus on are those crimson lips that's try
