TOWARDS PARADISE (a tribute story to the late Kim Jonghyun)
Description
When you can't accept your own darkness, can someone else do it for you?
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It's been 10 years since I last written my last fanfiction and this quarantine thing just made me want to do it again. I missed writing and I'm giving it a shot one more time. If you've been subscribed to me for the past few years, you probably know that I'm an avid Kim Jonghyun fan and I write a lot of fanfiction about him. I just love him so much so when I heard about the devastating news about his passing last 2017, it broke my heart.
We all miss him. I'm pretty sure that is why you're here checking out this new story.
Anyway, I hope you will all like this new fanfiction I'll be writing.
I'll try to update this as much as I can when I'm not busy.
Hope you will all like this one!
Foreword
PROLOGUE
Save me.
Save me from all this anxiety, depression & negativity.
Don’t let it swallow me entirely.
Save me.
Please.
Someone just please save me.
“Hey.”
That voice. That familiar voice. Are you going to be the one who saves me?
“Are you okay?”
I woke up from my not so peaceful slumber inside the canteen. Who is this person? I thought her voice was familiar but that remains a thought.
“I…I’m fine.” I lied. I’m not fine. I am never fine.
“Is it okay if I sit here? I’m new and I can’t find any more vacant seats.” she asked wearing a smile on her face. She looked so peaceful. I wish I could feel and look like that someday.
“S…sure.” I answered.
The only reason why the seats surrounding me are empty is because I don’t have a lot of friends. The only friend I have is sick, so I had to spend this day all by myself. Alone. Well, until she came. Should I ask her name? Ugh. Why should I? I’m not outspoken and I’m not good with small talk.
“Thanks. I’m Song Aera by the way.” She said as soon as she sat beside me. I guess I don’t have to ask her name then. Good.
Anyway, Aera? Her name means love. It’s the total opposite of everything I feel.
“I’m Jonghyun. Kim Jonghyun.” I said as we shook hands.
The moment we did. I felt a tiny spark. A weird spark. What was that all about? I have never felt scared and excited about anything before. I don’t know why but for the first time ever, I wanted to know more about something new. Well, in this case, someone new. But how do I do that? I’m not good with these kinds of things.
Oh God, help me.
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