"Because no one wants a dirty orphan like you."

"No one wants..."

"Like you..."

"No one wants you."

I couldn't remember a time where I absolutely could not stop crying. My body felt numb and my eyes hurt like hell, but I didn't know what to do. I couldn't stop the tears, it seemed as if I cried more everytime as my chest rose and fell.

"You really deserve better," Zico sighed as he sat beside me. He tilted his head upwards, staring at the night sky as we sat in the park. Zico had stayed with me ever since school ended and I couldn't be any more grateful than I already was. Slowly, he took off his jacket, drapping it over my shoulders.

"Why can't I be happy?"

Zico stared at me, not saying a word as he watched more tears fall from my face.

"Why can't I have friends like a normal girl? Why can't I have a boyfriend who wouldn't make me feel like shit all the time? Hell, why can't I just be happy?" I shut my eyes, wiping the tears from my cheeks as I took a deep breath.

"I just want to be accepted, is that so much to ask?"

Zico grabbed my hand, rubbing small circles on the back of it. He stared at my hands and before I realized what he was doing, it was already too late. He rolled up my sleeves.

Standing out on my pale wrist was a dark purple-ish print in the shape of a hand. There were a few more minor bruises, and some cuts here and there; I got so embarrassed I didn't know what to do. Quickly, I pulled my sleeves back down, but Zico rolled them back up, examining my wrists with a dreary gaze.

"Did he do this to you?"

Silence.

His brows furrowed.

"Eun-ah, did he do this to you??"

I bit my lip, averting my gaze.

"Would it really matter?" I scoffed, then inhaled sharply. "No one would believe me, nor would they care if he did."

His dark brown eyes stared into mine, as if searching for something.

"I would," Gently, he kissed the marks on my wrists, then rolled my sleeves back down. "I care about you, and I bet there are more people who do too. What about your parents? Can't you stay with them? I know you live with him, but you can't possibly go back with him after what he did to you."

I have no parents.

I couldn't bring myself to tell him, but I quickly wiped at my eyes to prevent more from falling.

"Zico, you don't understand. He's all I have... In the end, he always wins. Always. I literally have no where else to go."

He ran a hand through his blonde hair, then took his phone out from his pocket.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm calling Kyung," He said nonchalantly. "You need a place to stay, and since it's just me and Kyung, I figured you could crash at our place for a bit."

"Are you sure you wouldn't mind? I don't want to burden you two."

Zico laughed softly. "I'm pretty sure Kyung likes you, so it's no big deal. And plus I can't leave a friend in need without a place to stay."

I hug him tightly, wrapping my arms around his shoulder blades.

"Thank you," I mutter quietly as he slowly put his arms around me. When I pulled away, I sighed, giving a small smile. "Why are you so nice to me?"

He shrugged.

"You're special."

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Zico walked me to my apartment and he waited out on the front steps as I went to get my stuff. It was past midnight by the time we got there and when I unlocked the door to my apartment, everything was a mess.

There were people passed out in my living room, some that I've never even seen before, and the others I recognized as Jonghyun's usual group of friends. There were cans of beer and opened bags of chips scattered everywhere, and the dishes in the sink were piled high. I shut my eyes, shaking my head back and forth and sighed as I went to pick up the trash. After I cleaned up a bit, I grabbed some blankets from the closet and drapped them over the sleeping figures, but then something caught my eye.

I saw that blonde girl that Jonghyun was with earlier sleeping on my couch, wearing my shirt, in my apartment. I balled my fists, but really, what could I do?

I raked my fingers through my hair and groaned quietly, walking to my bedroom. Jonghyun was asleep on the bed curled up with my huggie pillow lying next to him. I grabbed a small backpack, stuffing clothes and other necessary things inside before grabbing a pen and some scratch paper.

Sorry I was such a shitty girlfriend that you had to have a party to celebrate for making me cry. I'm sorry I wasn't good enough for you. And I'm sorry if you liked that blonde bimbo in our livingroom better than you loved me. So, I'm leaving. Hopefully you'll understand why I left.

- Eun-ah

Was I being too subtle, or too straight forward with that letter? Shrugging, I place the note on the bedside table, then, I leaned over to place my last kiss on Jonghyun's forehead.

After that, I left without a word.

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Sorry for being M.I.A for almost 2 months, I've been preoccupied with school >_<

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