"It's fun to pretend you're someone you're not, and doing it Online makes it easier."
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Seo Yina would like to call herself fun and carefree, but when something tragic happens in her life, she moves house and decides to download a dating app - les...
I stared blankly at my phone, numb to any emotion. The name 'Minji' brought back many unwanted memories from my previous school, but the words underneath her name had struck me like daggers.
How sick can someone be?
MINJI it sounds awful but I'm not lying
JINA you shouldn't say things like that
JINA that's so... horrible
JINA even if you think you saw him, you couldn't have
JINA you shouldn't message me saying you think you saw my dead brother
MINJI I understand why you're angry
MINJI the resemblance, it was too close to go unnoticed
JINA well thanks a bunch for finding a lookalike
JINA I appreciate it so much
MINJI look. I didn't tell you to upset you...
MINJI just think, is there any way this could've been possible?
My mind flickered to the pool of blood, staining the white tiles on my bathroom floor. Staining my memories. Staining my brother. The sound of the crimson liquid dripping down the sink as my muffled cries almost silenced them was too real for it all just to be... a lie.
I thought back to the funeral. Closed casket. I thought back to the pain I felt when they told me he didn't make it, how they told me I couldn't see him one last time. Was it because he wasn't really there?
I shook my head, disregarding all of my thoughts.
JINA it was real
JINA Jinyoung is dead
JINA stop trying to convince me he's not.
MINJI You're going to hate me for this
MINJI but I took a photo
MINJI
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I wasn't prepared to see the same eyes that were begging for help the last time I looked into them. I threw my phone, refusing to peek at that photo even once more.
I couldn't explain the array of emotions that flooded my mind. Relief, sadness, anger, disappointment... hope.
This wasn't real. I told myself, repeating the phrase over and over again in my mind until I was ready to pick my phone back up.
