Eigengrau
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I, am too, a human. I only want to help you; as your brother, as your protector. If only you'd realize that it's harder for me. I can't look at you without feeling a sense of disgust for myself. I regret everything. I do.
I stare at him as he walks by, desperately clutching on the peach walls of our house.
It is horribly quiet, and only the sound of breathing remain.
I can't feel peace. Not today, the 15th of June.
"Hey." I yell from across the corridor.
He slowly turns and faces me, tears dripping from his round, pitiful eyes. "Jongin." He stares at me blankly.
I gulp as I walk toward him. I grab his hand and whisper, "Don't cry."
He pinches my hand, "Jongin, do you know what day it is today?"
I stare at his face, remembering every single detail about June 15, 2010.
"Four years, Jongin."
He hugs me, and I hug him back.
Four long years without a mother.
Four long years without an older brother.
Four long years alone.
Four long years.
"I miss mom, I miss Junmyeon." He whispers.
"I do too."
For people who are being abandoned, hold on.
For people who are holding back the tears, trust yourself.
For people who are losing hope, please don't.
i know you feel what i am feeling and i know it hurts
June fifteen,
I jump so keen
June fifteen,
The air-- serene
June fifteen,
Softly I lean
June fifteen,
All black is seen
Foreword
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Still in progress/ Will unhide soon
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