*This chapter includes mentions of suicide. Please read with caution.

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My eyes widened at Minjae. I could feel his calloused palms squeezing tightly on his gun on my very neck.

"I'll end both of us." His voice echoed in my head again, haunting my heart.

I forfeited the thought of what those words truly meant by the sight of a shadow eclipsing over his gaze. Around the edges a glint of desperation.

I shift my eyes down at the feet, briefly.

"Please..." I start.

"Don't do this..."

"Why not." He pressed. "You've made a decision and I'm only following your wishes."

"You leave...This whole thing is over." He made it sound simple, easy. With the gun against his skull. The sentence took on a different, much more heavier meaning. I could feel a weight on my chest.

"I won't."

I glance up at the firearm then to Minjae. "I promise."

His orbs lighten up. The corners of Minjae's mouth turn up, replacing his somber expression.

He slowly pulls the gun away from his head.

My lungs fill with air once again. The force on my neck and weight on my chest, lifting. Only for a second.

Minjae takes several steps towards me, "Prove that you won't."

He stretches out his arm. I try not to look down at the object in his palm of his hand.

Minjae wraps his fingers around my right wrist and tugs it forward. A fridge metal strikes my palm. A shiver courses up my spine.

"Show me you'll stay, forever with me." I shift my glance down at the gun in my hand.

"Take your life." Minjae finishes off. I snap my head up at him in horror. I search Minjae's face for any trace of insincerity, desperately.

But he means every word. I know he does. Every part of me wishes he didn't.

The man I wanted to be with for the rest of my life wants me to do the unthinkable.

Minjae wants me to kill myself.

"Taeyeon."

The brimming tears start to string my eyes, partially blurring my vision. I release a ridged, uneven breath. I slowly start to shake my head from side to side.

"You can't..." He begins in a low tone, the hurt visible in his words.

Minjae sighs then slowly chuckles humorlessly to himself until it eventually subsides.

"No one will love you like I have." He snarls with such assertion in his voice.

Straightaway, the weight of the weapon is absent from my hand.

With raw, unbearable emphasize in every word. His intentions were revealed, "No one will, ever."

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