Goodbye…

At that moment, I heard a snap and my leg were freed. A pair of warm hands grabbed my waist and pulled me up. How weird, I thought I was sinking. The warm hand pushed against my chest, pushing the water from my lungs. It gushed out, pouring from my mouth and nose. The salt burned my lungs, my throat too full of water to breath. Water poured from my mouth didn’t stop long enough to catch my breath.

“Paige, please breathe,” a voice, wild with anxiety, ordered. It was a voice I recognized, a voice that I longed for.

“Please, please,” the voice begged.

Black spots bloomed across my vision, getting wider and wider, blocking out the light. My head was light and dizzy. It was Jonghyun’s hands, trying to beat the water from lungs. Contents of my head swirled as I tried to focus on Jonghyun’s voice. Lungs started to fill with oxygen. My breath burned, but I was still breathing, alive. I lay motionless and smelled the saltiness of the ocean. I was lying under the sun, on a hard floor.

“She is breathing, hyung,” another familiar voice, Minho’s voice.

“Thank goodness,” Jonghyun took my freezing hand. It felt so cold against his warm, wet hands.

I tried to open my eyes. It took me a minute, but then I could see the bright sun that hung above the vast blue sky. Jonghyun face blurred in front of me.

“Paige,” Jonghyun called.

“Jonghyun,” I croaked, my eyes focused on his handsome features.

“Paige, are you okay? Are you hurt?” Jonghyun asked, in relief.

“Just my throat,” I stuttered, my lips quivering.

“Just awhile more, Paige. You will be at the hospital. Don’t worry.”

“I am not worried, because I am with you, Oppa,” I answered. His presence just set me at ease.

“Silly girl, who asked you to go, who asked you to risk your life,” Jonghyun blamed me.

“I am sorry, Oppa,” I spoke in a whisper.

“No, Paige. As long as you are safe,” Jonghyun slid his arm under me and pulled me into a hug.

I was warm against him.

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Was reading this -http://www.allkpop.com/2012/03/reporters-uncover-the-dark-truth-behind-the-daily-activities-of-sasaeng-fans ytd.

It was just a shocking news...

"She later got into writing fanfiction about sasaengs falling in love with idols, sometimes even believing the stories to be real in delusion."

THIS.caught my attention. Really, now FF feels...like so wrong to me now.): 

FF should be PURE FICTIONAL. Maybe just to discover the inner author within one person.right?

(Added chpater 19 on top.sorry abt it!><)