I could still feel my cold body covered in blood. No one cared about me. My tears never stopped flowing down my cheeks. No one was beside me at the end of my life. I knew that I wouldn't survive. I just waited for death to come. The street was cold. I looked at the night sky full of stars. I tried to reach it with my injured hands but couldn't move my arms freely.
The road was quiet, like in a deserted place where my voice won't reach anyone. Even though I asked for help, my vision was fuzzy, and my body was too heavy. I couldn't keep my eyes open, and one thing on my head was a dead end.
All I needed was his love, but he never looked back. My love, he didn't need it, and my heart, he didn't need it either. My kindness, he didn't need it either. I wondered why I was so blind to fall in love with that guy.
I am not ugly. I am a beautiful girl, and I was not boasting myself. I had several pursuers too, but why did I only love him again and again? Just to be hurt by the same person? Just to be trampled by the same person? Why was I so stupid? Why did I give my heart to the wrong person?
I didn't regret falling in love with him.
I regretted I never gave up on chasing a cold-hearted guy for years. Why did I never listen to my best friend to stay away from him? Why didn't I listen to others' opinions? Why did I arrogantly keep chasing him like a mad dog wanting love?
Why did I treat myself like this? How could love make me blind like this? I wouldn't want to fall in love if I knew it would be this painful. I wouldn't keep insisting on chasing him if I knew my heart meant nothing to him. I was just a burden to him.
If I knew,
If I knew,
I wouldn't be dying like this alone on the corner of the street, cold, covered by blood. Now I know that love can kill you indifferently.
If I have another chance, I don't want to meet you again, I don't want to fall in love with you, and I don't want to know you. I will stay away from you, will run away from you. We can live our lives separately without knowing or hurting each other. We can be happy without involving ourselves again.
Maybe I can live happily and have a boyfriend that will pamper me with his love. I don't need your love anymore, and I don't need you to pay attention to me again.
Please let me be happy and have a peaceful life as an ordinary girl like others. I don't want to get hurt anymore. This pain is unbearable, and I can barely suppress it. Please help me, save me from this pain. I don't want this love anymore. Please let me go from this pain.
If love is painful, I didn't wish to know the meaning of love.
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I opened my eyes and looked around. Where was this? The room was white and tidy, and I smelled disinfectant everywhere. I never like hospitals. It makes me remember a bad thing. Was this a dream? It was impossible to survive with wounds all over my body.
I can feel this is my body but not my body. The feeling is different.
"Mio?" A voice came from the outside room, and she looked at Mio with relief.
It seemed familiar to me. Where did I see this scene before? I didn't remember.
"You finally woke up, and I almost got a heart attack because of you," she said dejectedly.
"I am sorry, Mom," I said sincerely.
"It is okay, don't do this thing anymore, please," she said.
I just nodded at her request without saying anything. I felt guilty when I saw her tears.
"You have to rest and recover soon," a middle-aged man looked at me gently.
"Yes, Dad," I answered him.
Before I could relax my tense body, I heard a cold voice from outside my room.
"Did she wake up?" a man with a cold temperament came to the room.
My body shivered in fear, and I felt the room suddenly become cold when he was in the room. My body shivered with cold sweat, looked down in alarm, and kept quiet.
"Mio?" He called her in a cold voice that I used to hear in the past.
I didn't want to hear the exact words again. Please let me go.
Please let me go, don't torment me anymore, don't hurt me again, and I promised you I would go away. I will stay away from you. I will be good and will never show up in front of you again. But please let me go. Let me go, please.
I want to live freely and happily, and please don't break it again. I won't ask for more just let me go. It is so cruel.
"Mio?" Dad was worried to see Mio's crying face.
"What happened?" Mom asked her with concern.
"Mio? Do you feel uncomfortable?" he asked her worriedly, but his voice was still cold like an iceberg. He tried to touch Mio's body, but Mio couldn't stop trembling in fear. He halted his hand mid-air.
It was a nightmare, and I didn't want this. Someone save me from this hell. I buried my face in my knee and cried sadly in silence. I hugged myself dejectedly on the bed without looking at anyone. I didn't want to admit it. Why did I come back to hell? If I knew that I would be back to hell, I wouldn't ever ask to have another life.