You stare at her, those brown eyes, that black hair framing that heart-shaped face, high cheekbones, willowy body, white dress. You stare at her, watch as her pale lips curl in disgust when she looks back at you. Her mouth opens and her lips are moving, she's saying something but you can't hear her.

You lean forward to catch the whispers, she leans forward to break your heart.

You reach out to touch her, your fingertips meet hers and they are cold, so cold. You hate it. She hates you.

She says something that you can't hear.

"What?" you ask but she's looking at you with the same dark expression, burning hatred.

You ask her, your voice raises with each word, each syllable, each sound that leaves your mouth until you're exhausted and all she does is look at you, her face without expression. You're sick of it, sick of getting no replies.

You want to hit her but she is like a ghost, so far away yet so near to you, there yet not. You want to hit her but she knows you can't touch her. She knows and that's why she does.

She whispers and drawls, bites and claw at you on different occasions. You can't hear her but you can read it from her eyes.

The way she says, "You're not good enough for anyone. Anything. You're not good enough. Never."

"Try again little kitty. Try and try again. But you'll just fall and fall and never will there be anyone to save you."

You scream obscenities at her. You don't care that people are there, looking at you shrieking at her. You don't care about anything and you punch her, hit her hard in the face.

And then she's not there. She's not there but there are shards in your fist. She's not there but your blood is dripping down, onto the floor. Red drops form at your feet and your hair is a mess, strands over your eyes, damp with sweat and the stale trails of tears on your face. You are sinking slowly, nobody to hold you up and your legs are cut by the sharp fragments scattered on the black tiles.

You laugh and nobody is there to hear how broken you are or to see scars upon scars upon your broken heart or to see how deep the cuts you (she, you tell yourself, she did it. Not you. Not you.) made, inflicted upon your skin and flesh.

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January 23. Julie(92).
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January 29. Aimi(89).

February 3. Kyuhyun(88).
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February 16. Yoshi (89).
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May 06. Khai(89).
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