Come Home to Me...Darling | PJM

Edge | Part 6

You sat at the edge of your world in silence. The winds of tomorrow's past blew past you, your hair in rhythm with the fast-paced clouds above. For the moment, you would have preferred silence, but that was not a sentiment the city shared with you. Cars, honking, muttered chatter, you could hear it all. Passing through your ears like an afterthought. Your feet dangled as you held your heels in your hand. What were you thinking of showing up to that anniversary dinner?

What ever made you think Jimin would stop disappointing you?

As you stared at the glass structures you sighed, you always ended up back at the same place. The same kind of city, the same rain, the same broken heart. Perhaps the universe really was trying to tell you something.

A quiet hum stained your body, Keeping you sane from your sadness. It was crazy really, how many questions can be answered in a day. With a deep breath, you reach out into the night, stretching your arm. Hand laid flat against the air for a few seconds before you clasped it shut – as if grabbing something. What were you desperately searching for in the airy night?

Your husband? Your life? Your childhood?

Your happiness.

"Thought I might find you here..."

It was routine then, the sudden loud beating of your heart. Your widened eyes, your frozen physique. The shaky exhale.

...

"I...tried to find you downstairs...in the apartment...but you weren't there..."

Jimin.

You can hear him walk towards you. And you could imagine it, hands in pocket, the wind blowing through his hair, his relaxed stance and clear eyes. It had been too long...so long, just a couple days felt like years. It felt like something grabbed onto your heart, so tight you couldn't breathe. You were too scared to turn. To look him in the eye.

But you did anyway.

And you just knew the universe hated you. It was him. It was him. It was him. His ethereal face filled with a halo no one could replicate. He was God's most beautiful creature. How spiteful your creator must have been.

It was him. You wanted to reach out to him.

He stared at you, reading your eyes as you read his. But you both had stopped understanding each other's language a long time ago.

You both waited for the other to speak. Yet for some reason, you wanted this silence to last forever.

"...How have yo-"

"Did you fuck her?" You ask, your voice immediately breaking. His face turned pale. "When I trusted you...and waited for you..."

He looked away, mouth shutting and eyes squinting.

You had dreamt of this scenario a thousand times, and in each one you never came off this strongly. So, what were you doing right now? Why did you feel so guilty?

"You fucked her...did it feel good? Are you happy now that you've emptied your dick?" There was so much fury in each of your words, but you enjoyed watching him squirm. You didn't even know half these words were in your vocabulary. "How has she been for the past week? Why did you even come, JIMIN?! I waited, and waited, and waited in the pain of the unknown. All while you got your dick wet...And I always do that Jimin...I'm so stupid, aren't I?

He says nothing.

"Tell me I'm stupid!" You slam a palm on the ledge, "Because you really make me feel that way! And for what?"

The tears you hold back wrapped themselves around your neck, making you struggle to get your words out. You wanted him to feel as hurt as you did.

"What have I done Jimin? What did...I do to you?" Breathing was becoming hard, your lips quivering as you stared at the beautiful somber devil. "All I did was love you, so why? Why do you t-treat me like this?"