Chapter 2: Woww.. This is beautiful, there is no doubt that your story might be an inspiration n motivation to the others in their life.
I will surely try to take some free time to read your other story.
Chapter 2: is it just me or all the stories with such dark characters who was or is hurting and have such tragic past are always super beautifully written? ;_; lol sorry if my comment is so foolish and not relatable
So I actually read this story a while ago and when I went to clean out my subscription list of stories I'd rather not read anymore, I came across this one. The title of this piece stuck in my mind so I proceeded to read it again and holy moly, it brought back all the feels.
In 8th grade, I almost drowned once at a swimming carnival when a kid without the slightest swimming skills thought jumping into the deep end would be a good idea. My life didn't flash before my eyes, but I was legitimately scared it would end somewhere in those 20 seconds.
Anyway, enough of that!
Your writing style is seriously something beautiful. Keep it up!
Chapter 2: I've read this story before but I don't think I ever commented on it because I wasn't ready to pour it out? Maybe. I kind of relate to Jongup in a few things. I can't swim & I was bullied. I almost drowned. My teacher & friends forced me to swim although I'd told them many times that I couldn't swim. I still can't. There was an activity where all freshman was forced to join it. It wasn't at the pool but at the beach. I wasn't scared of going to beaches or pools although I couldn't swim. But after that incident, I sort of have a trauma. I can't even watch people diving or swimming on TV for more than 1 min, because the memories from the past will come back. I don't understand why the teacher couldn't ing understand when I said I didn't want to join the swimming activity because I didn't know how to swim. I almost drowned and the life jacket I used wasn't in a good condition so it didn't help me to float. Neither the teacher nor my friends helped me. It was someone who was working there that came to help. When I was coughing and tried to open my eyes bc you know, they were sore from the sea water, everyone was just looking at me & I still remember the funny faces some of them made. Especially the seniors. When I got back to the bench where we put our things, one male senior kicked a pile of water & the water pooled at my feet & he said "watch out! It's deep you'll drown" then he laughed with his friends. When the teacher saw me, she said "that's why you should learn how to swim before you come here" Excuse me , you es forced me to come bc I was a ing freshman. And idk if my friends intended it, after that incident, they'll always say stuff like "we should go hang out at the beach for bbq party & swim or maybe we can go to a resort and play at the pool" & one of them will add "idk how to swim but that's ok because i'm huge so i'll float. it'll be difficult for thin people" I'm thin btw. Maybe I'm overthinking. Idk T_T I hate em all. REALLY hate them.
Chapter 2: I love this. It's written beautifully and I really have no words to explain what I feel right now, other than being blown away (being blown away in my case means me rolling around with feels and nearly falling off on the couch, wee~). The meaning of the story aided by three different people's perspectives is deep enough to leave large holes in my heart and the on-going thoughts in my head.
And yes, I agree with you on not writing Baseball Boy and Nameless a happy ending. We don't have the right to change or to control our stories to get the ending we planned/thought/hoped for, that's how the world works and that's how the world wants us to understand itself.
Seriously, you slay at writing.
*me when coming across a seemingly angsty fanfiction*: do your worst. go crazy. just me up.
*this fanfiction*: lol okay
No, but on a serious note, damn. I live for anything angst related and this story truly delivered (pain, that is.) Good job, and thank you for sharing this story with us.
Chapter 1: Yes, you did right in not granting them a happy ending, for I believe if you did that it would take away the essence of the story, and the aesthetic value that you're trying to convey will be for naught.
Bullying and hazing culture is a cycle that is very hard to break and I like the idea of you approaching this issue deeply. Romance in my opinion is not what makes this story going strong.
I also understand that suicide can be seen in others' perspective as a sign of cowardness and weakness but I'd like to think it as a loss battle against desperation and loneliness; people don't simply take away their lives so easily, they do when the support system they're craving for are simply not there for them to hold on to.
Let's hope that every 'Nameless' and 'Baseball guy' will find comfort and corner stone to lean on to, for the world can be a very heartless, cruel place to live in. I love your story and looking forward to your next installment. :)
Chapter 1: Not sure why I didn't bother checking out your other fics. I really love this one. I haven't read Royally Screwed and I don't really plan to. I've always abhorred bullying even though I've never experienced it first hand. I've always ended up studying in schools and colleges that don't have a bullying or ragging culture. Does that make me lucky, I don't know. I don't know what bullying is like, I don't know how it impacts one's life, I don't know what makes a person do the horrible things they do. But I've tried to imagine it a lot and tried to understand it. Is bullying really as bad as you've portrayed it here?
The part where Sehun speaks about people who come and go. I really connected with it. There are many times I've felt used by friends who I thought would be my friends for life. But I found out the truth that not even two years of finally opening yourself up to people who you thought finally cared amounted to friendship. It took me a whole year of being in the same building as them to realise that those two wonderful years - that I - didn't matter. A lot happened in that year but I finally came to terms with it. I stopped trying to reach out to them after I suddenly realised that I was walking a one way street.
It's been another year since Ive come to terms with it. It doesn't help that I have a long history of trust issues stemming from a dysfunctional family. But in that time, I've come to realise that even though some of the most important people in my lives used and abandoned me, they still changed me into a more confident person. Even though they most probably will never come back to me, I still take pleasure in the wonderful (though bittersweet) memories I made with them. I guess that makes me sound delusional or wistful haha. But I hope Sehun takes solace in that fact.
Sorry for ranting. It's just that I often find myself thinking about these things and it leaves a bad taste in my mouth. *sweatdrop*
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