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Woozi's POV

It's another Saturday where I don't leave my bed. Without her I feel lost. I swear that every moment that when I'm without her, I feel as if I'm going to suffocate. It's slowly killing me. Suddenly my phone vibrated on the table, so I reached for it, and answered right away.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Jihoonie?" I heard the familiar voice.
"Shay? Are you ok? Where are you? Are you hurt?" I asked with a panicked voice.
"Jihoonie. Listen to me. You have to hurry. They are going to kill me. I don't wanna die. Not like this." She said with a sniffle.
"Where are you baby?" I asked.
"Some abandoned warehouse." She said.
"Are there pictures on the walls?" I asked.
"Yeah. Pictures of sweets."
"I know where you are. Don't panic. I'm coming."
"Jihoonie?"
"What Shay?"
"I love you." She said and hung up. A tear slipped down my cheek. I then quickly wiped it away, and called the police. I then rushed down stair, grabbed my keys, and ran to my car. I took a deep breath. My heart is racing. This is what she does to me. She makes me feel alive. That's why I'm going to save her. She saved me, she gave me a reason to live, and now I'm going to do the same thing for her.

Hey guys! Let me know what you think in the comments below. I hope you enjoyed it. Stay strong my beautiful readers, keep dreaming, I love you all, and I will update soon.-Coolcat51

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