Gone

Description

A life without you is a life not worth living...

"He left me in this painful, agonizing world without him. I let him slip through my fingers and never reached out to him again...in turn i've lost the man who meant the world to me...the man who kept me breathing. And now that he was gone and out of my reach, i don't know what my life means in this world anymore."

yay new fanfic!! <3 this will be short...like maybe 3-6 chapters? i'm not sure. and 'Gone' will be a temporary title.

this fanfic is inspired by a story of Roo1004 entitled One Missed Call but written in my way and rather a lot of changes in the plot...but basically inspired from that story.

credits to Rawr27 for poster and background <3

Also...the whole story will be in Jonghyun's POV. I was supposed to write this the other way around, but somehow i forgot to do so and halfway into writing the story i suddenly noticed i wrote it the other way-,- anywaaays...

hope you'll enjoy!! <3

Foreword

After months of my nearly life ending break up with my boyfriend, i was slowly getting my life back together again.

Sure i still cry before going to sleep, wishing he was with me, sure i randomly tear up when walking to work because of some memories, and of course he's still all i think about.

Every action, every turn, all i think about is him. No matter how hard i avoided thoughts of him, he'd always pop up in my head.

Despite all those, i've been going out of the house already. I quit school and started working as a waiter at a café 2 days a week.

After our break up, i just cried and thrashed around, locked up in my room. I sobbed 'til i eventually get tired and end up sleeping, dreaming of his perfection. Dreaming a world where he was still in my arms. Then i'd wake up in tears and pretend like nothing happened until i needed to sleep again.

Despite my tears and pain, I smiled. Everyday i smiled so i wouldn't worry my friends and family. I pretended that i moved on. But in truth, i didn't.

I was still madly inlove with him. Every night i would somtimes feel his back pressed against me as he cuddled for more warmth, sometimes i could still feel his lips on mine, and sometimes i could hear him calling my name as a beautiful smile graced on his thin lips. But only sometimes...

I still would wish it were all a dream. That i would wake up to his cute worried face because of my nightmare like he usually did. But i never did. I never woke up from this so called 'nightmare'.

Kim Kibum was truly gone...