insanity                                                                                                                         Minhee was a special girl. She was different, unique but most importantly, herself. Though most disliked herself. She was traumatised when she was a child, her mind filled with horrendous images of war and death. It began to stick into her mind, the sight of the horror infront of her, the sounds of screaming and pain and the feeling of death.So she grew up with these horrors, only realising that it was harming her. It grew inside her, making it another person. A person who seemed crazy, obnoxious, different.A person that could kill.Minhee had to go to hospital a few times. She could cause much destruction if her illness would get out of hand. And it seemed that this day, it did.               characters                                                                                                                     Byung MinheeMoon Jongup               tiny warning                                                                                                                   Well, theres a bit of stabbing in it but its not detailed. Just, "she put a slice in his arm" and all.... :P poopity pooop         competition note                                                                                                                  This is a competition entry for Soul Connection. :D THIS IS LIKE ME FIRST ANGSTY-ISH THING. so im not very good -.- /crys/I used dialogue prompt 8 : "No matter how hard I try, I always smile like an idiot." - [Park Chanyeol]/bows/ hope i do well ;u; Foreword “I’m sorry.”He just smiled, tears running down his face.“W-why are you smiling?” “No matter how hard I try, I always smile like an idiot.”MinHee grasped his face in her hands.“Even if I’m frowning, I’m still smiling on the inside.”Their faces grew closer together, only inches apart.“And it’s my way for saying… I love you.”The lips touched, the soft sense of happiness, springing inside their hearts. Light had seemed to bloom inside them. They were the small seconds of the sun, of happiness, of colours, of life.Of love.