I look at the violet blossom, slowly turning into a dry, sick brown. A bitter smile forms on my face as flashes of that night pass me by before my inner eye. How could he have done that to me…? Clenching my fist around the flower, then opening it again, I watch as the now loose petals slowly float onto the ground, dancing around is if there was something to celebrate. Full of anger, I step onto them, destroying them further with the rough sole on my shoe.

              “Don’t you think they deserve better?” I hear a voice from behind me.

              “No” I answer briefly, adding under my breath, “They deserve as much as I got back then.”

Wohooo, despite Block B being a senior group (and critically underrated I feel), I somehow got into them recently and somehow while watching a Bastarz-MV, got the idea for a Bastarz-focussed story. So, bear with me bringing an old group back to life! (that makes it sound like they're grandpas lol...) Either way! I hope you'll enjoy this fic, that I poured lots of blood, sweat and tears into! (Okay, I haven't cried so far because of it and I also haven't bled, but... it's a saying okay???)

Have fun!^^

The cover is made by me, however I do not own any of the images used for it!