-"Jongin, I'm going to the store. Do you need anything?" Minah asked.
-"No, I'm good. Thanks." Jongin smiled.
-"Alright, bye then."
Minah closed the door behind her. Just to make sure she was away from the house, Jongin checked through the window just in time to see Minah pull out from the driveway and onto the street.
Jongin quickly went to Minah's room and opened it. The diary wasn't on top of the desk, so Jongin opened all of the drawers, rummaging through her things. Finally, he was able to find her diary. He took it out and turned on the lamp to see better. He desperately flipped through the pages, all filled with doodles until he stopped on a particular page.
I did it, I woke up the next day. I went over to their house, they were happy. Like I wasn't even born. So this was better or them...Me being non-existent.
Jongin was shocked. His mouth agape. Minah was non-existent? Why would she do that to herself?
He flipped to the previous page to find out the reason why.
My parents always fight. I hate this. They're always fighting about me. Why was I even born? I can hear them through the walls. I'm done.
Flipping through more pages, he stopped and looked at the date on top. The day he woke up in Minah's house.
He was feisty, and he didn't want to believe that he was non-existent. Nobody will miss him, right?
He flipped to the next page, to the day where they fought. When he first went inside Minah's room.
I was wrong about everything. About him. He was miserable here. I made his life worse. I'm selfish, thinking he should stay here. He has changed though. I don't think I could live any longer when he leaves.
This is for the best for him right? He should just stay non-existent. That way I won't be alone anymore, that way he doesn't have to be hated by the whole world.
The photo strips stuck out in the diary. Jongin flipped to the page.
I'm never gonna let go.
-"What are you doing?"
Jongin flinched, hearing her voice behind him. Minah grabbed her diary, ripping the pages, throwing it onto the ground.
-"Give me back my life." Jongin said.
-"Let me go, before I get angry." Jongin threatened.
Minah shook her head in disbelief. She looked up to the ceiling, her eyes glossy. Tears were threatening to spill.
-"I would've thought you would change your mind after yesterday." Minah sniffled.
-"No, I would never forget the things you said and did to me." Jongin glared at her.
-"So everything was just an act?"
Jongin swallowed his saliva.
Minah scoffed, tears going down her face.
-"I can't believe you.."
-"Yeah? Well I can't believe you either. You were planning to keep me here until I rot of depression, you didn't even care about how I felt. You really are selfish."
-"And you even lied to me, you said your parents were dead. Maybe you are better off non-existent." Jongin sneered.
-"I never said they were dead," Minah choked out.
-"Whatever, I'm out of here. I don't give a crap if I'm non-existent I don't want to see your face anymore." Jongin pushed Minah out of the way and left the house. Minah slumped to the ground, breaking down.
Once Jongin stepped out of the house, he saw the same lady next door, the same lady he talked to the first time he was non-existent. Then he realized.
The lady waved at Jongin, smiling with a similar smile as Minah. Minah had her mom's eyes and lips. Jongin shook his head in disbelief and scoffed.
-"Far away my ass."
He started walking away from Minah's house. He needed to get away, he didn't care where he was going. He walked onto the crosswalk.
A car headed toward his way without him knowing.