She was weird.

He insisted that she was anything but weird. She was different. She was unique. She was exceptional. She was exquisite. She was special.

She was anything but weird. He loves her.

She didn’t let him to interact with any other female other than herself. She always plans what he should wear, what he can say and cannot, what he should eat, and how he should act around her. Her words are absolute. He liked it.

One more thing about her—this is his favorite—, she has this small and dark hidden room where she can have her ways with him. Where she would decorate his pale skin with cuts, lots of cuts—his neck, his chest, his arms, his thighs, none was left unscathed. He resented it at first, he resents the way the sharp point of her small knife scathes his luxuriant pale skin. She said that she was going to leave him if he fails to grant her bizarre tendencies.

He could never hold up with the pain of losing her, just the thought of losing her drives him crazy. She was more than the air he breathes.

Besides, she told him that’s her way to show her affection. Marking what’s hers, showing that she is madly, truly, and deeply loves him. It was weird but she was never normal in the first place. Her words are absolute.

It’s how she shows her love.

She loves him.

Right?

“Love,” he croaked, voice was hoarse and dry. Day by day, the pain has become unbearable. He thought he’d be familiar with it but no.

“Yes, Donghae?” she murmured, her voice was sweet as honey, as charming as the nightingale’s song. Her voice makes him forget about the blood seeping out from the broken veins and his life slips away along with his blood.

“I love you, Yoona,” he breathed out, not knowing that was his last breath. His enthralling eyes fluttered closed in the most graceful manner as the last of his life force slipped away, leaving the shell.

Donghae didn’t regret anything—not even a single thing. He wondered if their love is normal. If this what a girl normally do to her lover. If it’s normal for him to feel good by this. If it’s normal to have a relationship like this.

Then again, Im Yoona was never normal at the first place.

I love you beyond words can describe, my love. Goodbye, Im Yoona.

Yoona kneels down besides the table where his dead body lied. Yoona takes Donghae’s bloody—literally bloody—hand and presses her cheeks against the blood covered palm. Her cloudless cheeks rubbing against the bloodied hands, as if he’s still alive, as if he’s still alive and this was one of his affectionate contacts.

She tried to believe so.

“I know,”

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She steadies herself before a full-body mirror. She still reeks of blood and the blood on her cheeks already dried.

“Are you happy now?”  she shot at her hideous reflection.

“No, never been anyway,” Yoona answered herself as if she was talking to someone else.

“Do you love him?”

“I do,”

“He’s gone now, you have no reason to exist,”

She clutched head and let out an ugly cry before her hands grabbed a standing lamp and slams it against the innocent mirror; attempting to erase her hideous reflection. Yoona falls down onto her knees; her frail figure trembles violently, pathetic sobs escape from .

“He’s gone, I have no reason to exist,” her voice was dead and hollow.

Yoona throws her gaze onto the shattered pieces, looking for the sharpest of them all.

“He’s gone, I have no reason to exist,” she echoed in a smaller voice but still as dead and hollow as before.

-end.