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— Day 6

" the closer i get, the hotter it becomes, darkness is put to sleep by the light "

yuri, iz*one - o sole mio

Haewon's POVnobody spoke, nobody moved, nobody did anything. the deafening silence was enough, for us all. my heart felt such intense levels of moral culpability that i was sure i would have collapsed right there, on the damp stone floor. roughly, it was about three am and none of us had slept - not like we could anyways. no word or contact from san, kept our saddening embodiments from finding any rest.

Hongjoong was about to say something but Wooyoung interrupted him expeditiously.

"This is all your fault." he accused, glaring at me with unfathomable abhorrence.

"Wooyoung stop-"

"No, I won't stop Yunho. Because things, more importantly the truth, needs to be said here and now."

This was the first time any of us had seen the second youngest this angry. Pupils deadly and frightening, his mouth hissed with venom waiting to be released onto me and possibly others.

"Ever since these girls came, there has been a lack of focus and actual allegiance. San, being our best member was taken by who knows what. Miss Haewon over there had him wrapped around her frail fingers, playing with his feelings with every chance she got; her sister has been doing the same with Mingi."

Everyone listened in stillness. My head now tilted, covered my expression of annoyance, dejection and repudiation. Wooyoung's assumptions were breaking through my thick shell, a bit too comfortably. He continued:

"Hongjoong has put too much trust into the newcomers and for what exact reason? They have more freedom then we have had in the past. To cover up the fact you are failing as a leader? Or that you just simply don't trust your own allies enough?"

The leader watched with a collected manner, he didn't seem hinged at all by what was said.

"That's enough." Yeosang bellowed, standing his ground while his younger confronted him now face to face.

"Funny how you want to talk Yeosang. You are known for your secretive nature aren't you?"

Lisa arose from her crouched posture, she was prepared for something.

"I think it's about time you know Haewon." the wicked male said.

What was he talking about? Time I know what? At this moment it felt like my brain cells had chosen to become randomised as I fully could not comprehend what was about to be said.

"Let me say it." Yeosang insisted.

The mullet male peered down at the ground for what seemed a minute before upraising his head to the ceiling. Murmuring something to himself, he looked at Wooyoung, who had a nauseating leer smothered on, then back to me.

"To put this into simple words, my girlfriend was the person who murdered your mother."

3. "There will be a great power struggle"

The same paralysed numbness that I encountered as a child returned once again. But this time, with grief. Grief, is the emptiness in your heart, a shear of nothingness that somehow takes over and holds your soul and threatens to kill you entirely.

It gives you this heavy feeling that's like the weight of the world is resting on your shoulders and there is nothing you can do to get out from under it. It's like this hole in your heart that is the shape of the one you lost and that makes you feel the need to wipe away any non-existent tears that you want to form but can't.

From a young age, I have always loved the flowers and the birds, loved the sunlight and the clouds that drift by. Yet the tiredness that begun a while ago remains like a veil over my skin, grey and cold. It sits like November rain on my skin, enough to chill what was once warm inside. At any other time I would have called a friend, asked for the warmth I needed to ward it off, just a little is enough. No longer.

Now I just let it come, drop by drop and I feel like it is an ocean falling upon me instead of rain - that the grief of years I carefully suspended has all condensed right above my head into a cloud large enough to block the sun. They say it can't rain forever, that there will come a time when it must cease, that the last drop will have fallen. Thing is, I just don't care anymore. I plan to just stay broken down and weak.

Minutes that I lied sunken onto the ground, turned into hours. The moment I opened my stained eyes, so much had occurred; a large puddle of blood was seeping out from a dead member.

Yeosang.

Seonghwa knelt beside me, his orbs also filled with liquid. He looked so elegant in the rays of light, now shining through the windows.

The oldest stretched out his limbs with sympathy as I held him, tears heating down to the discord of my desolate sobs. I had came so far to lose everything I had excelled in: family, school, friends, love, belonging. All of those were nothing now, nothing.

There was no clue as to where San could be, my sister and my best friend were no longer in the building. The three main figures in my life were not here for me at my lowest and that hurt, it felt like multiple bees swarming at me all at once - never giving me a chance to fight back. In reality, yes I was not alone, but in that recurring pit of nightmares and torment. It would mock me every single day of my life and tell me that I was worthless, that I had no importance or need, and maybe it was right. For once, it was right.

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San's POVthe blackness engulfed my thoughts, stretching out in front of me like a map, the unknown studied my fears, my bravery and my wisdom. The darkness had overcome any sense of purity, consumed all hope of cleanliness and had wiped out every last part of my desires. That was until hope came alive.

Power surged through me as if I was a new being. It tickled every corner of my body, awakening me to a room that was unrecognisable to my knowledge. A man only a few years older than me, was sat on what appeared to be a bijou berth.

His features gave a sense of familiarity, almost alike in every way imaginable. Both hands and legs were chained and his figure was quite incapacitated. Glancing down, I realised the same was placed upon me. Where exactly were we?

"You may have questions young man and since I have been expecting your arrival, I surely will answer them with a good intent. Now go ahead!" the jolly man optimistically said.

I saw no harm in getting a few details on the whereabouts, but there was something I felt was needed to be specifically asked.

"Before I start questioning, I wanted to say that you look very similar to someone I know." I stated cautiously.

Mystified by my statement, the man looked at me with odd depiction.

"That's strange, the only person who looked even somewhat twin-like to me was my youngest daughter." he recalled.

"Can I ask who your daughter is?"

"Hwang Haewon."

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a/n : interesting..