Chapter 1: Writer, Regressor, and Reader

Looking up to the sky with those dirty, dead-fish-like eyes, she wondered whether anyone would care or cry if she jumped off the ledge this night?
"...I've never felt worthy of love".
When she just wanna run and float, he caught her wrist and took her to somewhere unfamiliar for her, bringing us back to where we started out.
"Perhaps, my empty heart is playing with my heart. The more I'm swimming, the more I'm drowning. It's always been like this. I always told myself it's fine to be alone, but I find somewhere that finally feels like home. No more tears, break-hearts, and painkillers".
AU where Kim Dokja is a female.

Not my story.
Original from ao3.