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TRAPPED

- pandoralacey -

I didn't remember being this hurt to accept someone's death when I was small. I guess if you lost someone at a very young age, your heart was somehow desensitized.

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Artist: Mika

Song : Find The Way [Piano]

Dear readers, I'm going to update this fic after a long hiatus. This is the retro-stories of "Trapped" in chaptered version. Thank you for subscribing! ♡ ♡ ♡

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Two strangers, Song Hyuna and Cha Eunjung became friends following a tragic accident. But when Hyuna found herself enamoured with Eunjung’s former boyfriend, Kai, the conflict lines were firmly drawn. After one fateful night, Eunjung went missing, and their heart-whole friendship was put into a test...until, it got to the point where Hyuna dreaded going to bed.

 
 
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Dear diary,

I was writing while the rain was pouring down outside. When it rains, my heart beats faster.

Dear diary,

Someone gift me a diary today. It was my favourite color. But, how did he know that? That was weird. Every time he gave me something, I kind of like it. I shouldn’t, right? If I used to receive something I like, one day, I might get disappointed...a lot. And what if, he’s that person?

Dear diary,

I hate writing alone in this stuffy room. Why wouldn't they release me from here? I’ve missed someone a lot; though I couldn’t remember who.

Dear diary,

Yesterday I had a dream – about father. He said I’ve cried a lot these days. He said he was worried. But, his mouth didn’t move. So, where did those voices come from?

Dear diary,

Just like what others had said, I was delusional so that was why they had locked me here.

Dear diary,

I have a secret. A big one. 

I saw her...again. She said it was my fault. I should be the one who died, not her. She was looking furiously at me. But I like it. 

Because that way, I could've seen her.

Dear diary,

To accept someone's death in a very young age, I wonder why it wouldn't as hurt as now.

Dear diary,

She was no longer alive. But that was what others told me. 

She was here...with me.

 

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