I'll be on vacation for a while, in my province. Believe me, the internet is very crappy there, so I don't know how frequent I'll update. But when I do update, it will always be two chapters at a time. *Yey!^^

He sat in his room, face buried in his hands. He furiously rustled his hair. He's been here for days now, without any food, but yet not feeling hungry. 

I'm not a murderer, he told himself in his mind. The scene from a few nights ago rushed back to his mind. He clutched his head. He banged his head a few times in the wall. He stayed there, his head was leaning on the wall, and tears started trickling down on his face.

"I didn't mean to," he said, sobbing. He never cried like this before; he'll cry until no more tears were left, but the sorrow and guilt still stayed.

"I'm sorry," he said, looking up from the walls. "I didn't mean to."

He curled up in a ball on the corner of his room, arms hugging his knees, and swaying back and forth. "I'm not a murderer, I'm not a murderer, I'm not a murderer..." he said, chanting it while staring blankly in front. 

After an hour of sitting there, Daesung stood up and started for his bed. It was 3am in the morning, he didn't have a good night sleep for a while now. When he tries, nightmares of cars crushing into one another keeps haunting him, snapping him wide awake.

He lied down on his bed, and put the covers up to his chest. He prayed, asking for forgiveness for his sins, asking forgiveness for the life he took. 

"I'm not a murderer," he muttered, reminding himself, and drifted off to a dreamless sleep.

Woah, that was a heavy one huh? I'm sorry. But I felt really sad when I found out about Daesung's accident about 2 years ago. Up to now, it haunts me when I think of the possibilities of what he could be doing locked up in his room. Imagine his pain, not to mention Daesung has a delicate character.

Thanks for reading! :D