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Eun Dal's POV


                          
Knock. Knock.

                          
I knocked the door twice upon not getting any response from the door bell.


                          
"Strange" I though as I lightly pushed the door open.

                          
Jimin never kept his door open. I started to panic a bit after that. I hurriedly pushed the door wide open and ran inside.

                          
He wasn't in the living room so I dashed up to his bedroom. I was breathless by the time I pushed his bedroom door open.


                          
"Ji–" My breath got caught up in my throat as soon as I saw the figure sitting on the edge of the bed.


                          
His back was bent a little as his one arm rested on his thighs. He didn't notice me enter in his room.


                          
"What are you up to Jimin?" I asked faintly not believing the horrible sight.


                          
His head shot up as he looked at me with wide eyes. He quickly hid his arm behind his back looking elsewhere.


                          
My gaze followed his arm as the purple liquid bleached the bedsheet behind him. 


                          
The purple liquid was his blood. 


                          
"Why are you holding a blade?" I asked as my gaze fell onto his other arm holding a knife. 



                          
"t–this, I– I mean....Eun Dal..." He stuttered standing up slowly hiding both of his arms behind him.


                          
"you must be in shock, right...? Never seen purple blood..?" Jimin said awkwardly looking to the side.



                          
I know fallen angels have purple color blood. 


                          
"More than that–" I stepped closer as I pulled his arm out holding his hand lightly.

                          
I looked at the deep cut on his wrist.

                          
"This cut shocks me. Jimin, tell me. What were you trying to do?" I asked looking at him but he didn't look back



                          
"Eun Dal, listen it's not what you are thinking. I was not trying to suicide." He pulled his hand back slowly.


                          
"Seriously, that's the excuse you are giving me? You have a freaking knife in your hand, Jimin and the blood is dripping from your freaking wrist!" I suddenly burst out in anger. I didn't know why but I felt a lump in my throat as my vision got blurry. 


                          
His eyes softened a little at my explosive reaction as he moved closer caressing my cheeks with his bloody hand.



                          
"I'm sorry Eun Dal. I was just– trying to check on something..." Jimin said softly looking at me.


                          
More tears fell from my eyes as I realized what he was trying to do.



                          
Oh no, Jimin.



                          
"I am really sorry, please stop crying" He said.


                          
My heart suddenly started paining.


                          
"Jimin–" I sniffled making an eye contact with him.


                          
"We can't be like this. We cannot be together. You shouldn't trust me, please Jimin. Go away" I said while backing away from him.


                          
His eyebrows knitted together while he came closer but I stopped him rasing my hand in front of him.


                          
"What's the matter, Eun Dal? Why are telling me this things?" He asked.


                          
The strings in my heart tightened hard than ever making me flinch a bit as I clutched onto my chest tightly in immense pain.


                          
"Eun Dal! Are you okay?" He neared me trying to hold my falling self but I stopped him again.

                          
The pain just kept on increasing. The pain was unbearable. It was the worst I have ever got.


                          
Suddenly I coughed a bit, I felt something in my mouth. 


                          
"I–I am s–sorry, Jimin" I blurted for the last time turning around as I quickly ran down the stairs not daring to look back and respond to Jimin's repeated calls.














                          
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Third Person's POV


                          
Jimin ran downstairs telling her to stop running but to no avail.

                          
Eun Dal wouldn't stop and look back at him. He ran outside looking at nothingness.

                          
"Where did she go?" Jimin thought panting hard searching for the familiar figure.


                          
Little did he know that the angel had used a teeny weeny bit of her teleportation ability. 



                          
Eun Dal directly reached home falling down on the floor as soon as she took a step forward. 


                          
"Noona? Noona? Noo–" Yeonjun's eyes widened at the lying body.

                          
He kneeled down on the floor holding her head lightly trying to wake her up.

                          
"What happened to you? Oh gosh, Noona what the hell happened to you?!" Yeonjun soon carried her to her bedroom as she didn't wake up.


                          
Yeonjun hurriedly ran downstairs picking up his phone from the table and calling his dad telling him about the hectic situation. 

                          
Eun Dal twitched her eyes open as the pain in her heart increased again.

                          
She suddenly started coughing violently causing her to stand up and run towards the bathroom.

                          
She turned on the water tap washing away the dark pink liquid in the basin that came out from her mouth. 

                          
She raised her head slowly looking at the reflection in the mirror.

                          
Her cheeks had a light hue of purple color probably from Jimin's hand and her lips were painted by the color of her own blood.


                          
Dark Pink.

                          
right. I am an angel on mission who failed miserably by causing a sinful act.

                          
Loving him was a sin. 

                          
 I am being punished.

                          
Yeonjun pushed the bathroom door open in panic finding a worn out Eun Dal.

                          
"Noona...." He sighed in relief seeing her safe.


                          
She tiredly turned around facing Yeonjun giving him a small smile,




                          
" I think this is the end."












                          
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