He grips onto my cold hand, his grip getting tighter as he tries to keep in the tears.
"It's okay." I tell him. "You don't have to hold it in. No one else is here."
That's it.
He finally breaks.
He's crying. I hold him tight into a hug but no words can come out of my mouth.
"I feel guilty for breathing this air without her." He mumbles.
"I feel that way too. Honestly."
We break away from contact. His eyes reach deep into my soul, looking for that relation as to what he has said. His rosy cheeks from the cold and crying along with his eyelashes that have been stuck together from the tears make the situation feel very real. My eyes begin to flood. I run my fingers through his messy dark hair, our eyes still fixated on the others.
He says:
"I feel like I should just end it all."
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✧ Lost at Sea ✧
Teen FictionByeol is a Korean student from Danwon High School. Her and her class mates are on a trip to Jeju, South Korea. Little does she know that what's about to occur will take her on a trip to heart ache. This story is dedicated to the victims of the Sewo...
