Freedom
I want to share with you something.
As you have seen, I have used varieties of languages in the book 'Don't Leave Me'
One of the judges had recommended not to use it. But I think I am against it. I am a multilingual and know more than 3 to 4 languages. So I use good quotes in different verses. This attracts readers living in different regions. And you might also gain some knowledge about these languages.
I prefer to use many such famous quotes in the upcoming chapters too. I will provide the translation for each. English book doesn't mean you can't use other languages as references (as long as translations are provided)
Hope you are okay with my decision. Thank you for being with me.
I purple u 💜💜💜
-Jeongsri
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❗This chapter contains triggering scenes like suicide and self harm. Read at your own risk!❗
There is a spoiler at the end
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y/n's pov
As soon as Jungkook left, a pang of regret washed over me. He had been crying, his eyes red and glossy. I knew I had gone too far with my words. He was only trying to help me, and I had lashed out at him.
Despite his tough exterior, Jungkook was a soft soul, softer even than Tae when it came to emotions. My harsh words were definitely uncalled for. I had never spoken to him like that before.
I ventured out into the corridor of the apartment, hoping he might still be there. But the space was empty. "Perhaps what he said was true..." I sorrowfully sighed to myself and closed the door behind me.
"Is he correct? Was I hallucinating you, Tae?" I whispered, hoping against hope for a reply. How foolish! He was too far away to hear.
I shut all the windows and drew all the curtains, blocking out any trace of light from outside. My life was engulfed in darkness from within, so I refused the intrusion of any light from outside. I would be living in darkness from now on.
Sitting on my bed, I hugged my knees, burying my head against them. "I am the worst girlfriend anyone could ever have! How could I not know about your sadness behind that bright smile?! I should be the one gone instead of you. I hate myself!"
The events replayed before my eyes once again...
"TAEHYUNG!! ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND??!! YOU WILL FALL DOWN!"
I started hyperventilating as I remembered his face, those dark, empty orbs, and his sad whisper."I am sorry..."
I glanced at my cold, trembling hands, missing his by just a second.
"No... No... Please... NO..." I could barely get the words out.
There he lay, on the green meadow five floors below, peaceful. Slowly, the dark red liquid spread around his head.
I felt a panic attack coming on, struggling to breathe properly. Beads of sweat covered my shivering body as I clutched the bedsheet tightly, trying to chase away the dark thoughts.No help! No rescue from my guilty world!
"I deserve it! YES, I DESERVE IT! I have to bear this punishment forever!"
2 days latter
I had been sitting on my bed since 2 days, in the same position. I had not eaten, drunk nor slept. I had lost the perception of all my five senses. I was just a lifeless doll.
The darkness enveloped me entirely, drowning out any glimmer of hope. All I could hear was his voice. Taehyung. All I felt was a profound emptiness, a void that seemed impossible to fill. I was terrified to face the world.
He had taken his own life, and I had been powerless to stop him. I was a sinner, standing behind him, helplessly witnessing his plunge to his own demise. I loathed myself. I was sick and tired of this useless existence.
"I thought Tae had found the perfect girl, but I was wrong," Jungkook's voice echoed in the recesses of my mind.
"Y/N, you failed to be the perfect partner for him," came Jimin's voice, laden with disappointment.
"You should have cared for him like he did for you. But you are too selfish," Namjoon's words cut deep.
"How could you not see the pain in him, when you were supposed to be his closest confidante?" Jin's words shattered my already fragile heart.
"Taehyung might have found someone better..." Even Hobi's voice sounded accusing.
"I think you couldn't make yourself trustworthy enough for him to confide in," Yoongi's words stung with bitterness.
I knew these were just my mind's cruel taunts, but they were overwhelming. They felt like the raw, unfiltered truth. A scream tore from my lips, "NO! I loved him more than anyone else! We shared everything! I—"
Then came the voices of my classmates, adding to the cacophony of accusations:
"What if she is the reason for his death?"
"This girl surely tortured or blackmailed him."
"How could he die right in front of her eyes? And she claims to be his lover???"
"I think she murdered him and is now pretending to fool us."
"He was never happy with her; she's a monster."
"I'm somewhat relieved for Taehyung; he's finally free from the clutches of this witch."
"Why didn't she die instead?"
"Yes, you're all correct! I am a witch! I am cursed. I should have died in his place. But since I can't bring him back, at least I can punish myself."
I resolved to never trouble anyone again. I would finally be able to meet my Tae! I would ask him the reason for his decision to end his life. I would finally be liberated from this cursed existence! I had always felt unwanted in this world. Even my parents thought of me as an accident. Those who had loved me had all left. Why waste any more time when I could end it now, when I could rid myself of this useless soul this very moment?!
Dragging myself to the kitchen, I retrieved the sharpest knife I could find. I caressed my pale wrist with its cold blade. It felt oddly comforting, soothing. I could almost taste the freedom just by looking at it. A foolish smile crept onto my face.
"So, this is how he felt, standing beyond the railing of the terrace."
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*Spoiler*
What Y/N ,Jungkook and everyone don't know is...
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Kim Taehyung is alive........
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