07ㅣHandprint
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As soon as I woke from my dream, tears flowed like mad. Cold sweat drenched my body and head, and tears soaked my pillow. I felt like I was going crazy because of the constant echo of his voice.
Please stop. His voice, still lingering, made me shiver, and I finally began to vomit up my stomach acid without even eating. It was a feeling I'd never felt before. My throat was numb and sore, his voice still etched in my mind, my stomach churning, my head dizzy to the point of blurring my vision.
The shock of my boyfriend's death, the shock of my previous theories being proven correct, and the shock of seeing his brutal appearance. I knew it all at once. He was different from the person I knew. My role as boyfriend was over.
No matter what I did, my head was still spinning, so I finally went outside. The cold wind blowing past me seemed to ease my complicated thoughts. I sighed and walked through the grassy park, feeling much better.
The soothing sounds of singing, blending in with the park, bees fluttering beside beautiful flowers, lush green shoots and grass, the refreshing scent of the grass, and even the seemingly high clouds—it was the perfect environment for calming the mind.
As I continued walking, my legs aching, I sat down on a bench. I closed my eyes and collected my thoughts. Then, absentmindedly, I tapped my shoulder. The sharp pain that surged through me startled me and I froze. I ran to the bathroom and checked in the mirror. Taehyung's handprint from my dream was still there on my shoulder.