Ringing.

It was all she could hear. Mizi didn't flinch as a separate gunshot went off somewhere in the middle. Her gaze unfocused as her head hung low. The cooling and pale face of Till was the only thing in her view. Reminding her of her own failures as his friend, and a supposed member of a rebellion. She had been hoping to save him before the round could finish and the votes were finalized, yet she was too late.

Her vision was blurred. Either from tears or dissociation, she didn't know. It's occurred to her that she's always too late. Understanding the views others have on her, and even saving those closest to her now..

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“So, this is my goodbye…”

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There's an accumulation of something dark and disgusting within her. Guilt, she's sure, but why? Growing up in Anakt Garden, she's had it easier. Her peers loved, or at least liked, her. She was an ideal and an inspiration to those around her, what they should aspire to be. Yet, they haven't stopped to think that she hated it. Mizi couldn't make casual friendships with those around her without something going awry.

Till had a crush on her, and she genuinely couldn't reciprocate it. Sua was someone who could understand her, but was brutally honest to a fault that it had upset her at times. The only one that she could look back fondly of, almost entirely, was Ivan.. Even then, she harbors guilt for stealing Till's attention. She isn't stupid, she knew that Ivan liked Till, but he never blamed her for that.

And now she has nobody to cry to. From her peripheral, Mizi could make out Hyuna clinging to Luka. There wasn't a doubt in her mind that they were the cause of the gunshot earlier, and from the looks of it.. Hyuna took the brunt of the blow. Mizi was too tired, drained emotionally, to be distraught about another loss.

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“I'll stop hoping, stop wishing. Stop singing, stop living. Stop… I'll stop.. I'll stop moving, stop breathing. Stop thinking, stop living. Stop… Just stop..”

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She had been caught up in her own self-rumination that she didn't notice a different figure approaching her. It's you. Although the two of you weren't entirely familiar with each other, Mizi had at least gotten along with you right after Hyuna. Barely lifting her head to look up at you, she had no words to express herself.

The only sound was the droning silence and the occasional technical click of something nearby.

Her gaze was cloudy and distant as she met your eyes briefly, before peering down at Till once again. Wiping away a few stray strands of hair from his forehead. Small dribbles of tears landing on his fair skin that eventually roll down his cheeks.

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“And I'll be forgotten in time. No matter how hard I try, I'll be a wasted life. So, this is my goodbye. Wake me when I, Have the courage to die, ‘Cause I'm too scared to try. I am a wasted life, So this is my goodbye.”