Heartbreak

Kim Hyun-Gi's POV

I was petrified. I had blood in my hands, the love of my life was nearly at death's door, and my sister was dead at the bottom of a staircase.

It was all my fault. If I hadn't been so obsessed with wanting to save Miss Chan, none of that would have happened. Lala would still have her beautiful smile on her face, and Lee Haeyoung would still be there with me, critisizing every single thing I did. We would be laughing together, eating toast with strawberry jam on both sides. And I'd watch Lala lick the jam off her fingers. It was the small moments I craved, now as I stood in the center of the ghosts' ballroom, watching James tie Lala's arms and legs with the same rope the ghosts tied him up with. I couldn't bare to see Lala in so much pain. Her face was so pale, she could barely breathe.

"James, you don't have to do this. She's already hurt." I pleaded, pulling at his shirt