Naeun layed down on her bed; trying so hard to close her eyes. Eventually she did, but her dream was a flashback;

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"Jagiya, we need to talk;" 

Minho said as he held Naeun's hand and sat down

"What is it, oppa?" 

Naeun was a bit concerned;

"I-I don't love you anymore,"

Minho stuttered, Naeun could tell he didn't want to say it, kind of like there was someone forcing him to say it,

"Oppa, you don't mean it,"

Naeun tried shaking it off;

"I mean it, Naeun. Now let me go;" 

Minho said with a cold tone, he didn't want to do it, but if he wanted the money, he had to.

"O-Oppa;"

Naeun was on the verge of tears, she couldn't take it anymore; After Minho left, she took the knife and sliced her arm, leaving a big cut.

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Naeun woke up, with her hand on the scar that was left from that day, she lifted her sleeve and looked at the half-foot long scar;

"Minho, do you see what you've done with me?"

Naeun told herself before she grabbed a new pair of clothes, because she had stains on her current clothes. With only a pair of shorts, a tank top, and a sweatshirt; she changed into those, as she was packing to go back to America;

"Hey, you ready Naeun?"

Jonghee came into my room and looked over at me,

"Yeah, let me get the boxes."

Naeun grabbed the last of her boxes and brought them downstairs; her father came up with his friend to get my bed and dresser, then we left to go back to america,