For youII Ksj.short

6.

Even tho , I'm giving her a break from me , obviously I was worried for her.

Obviously.

I ran my hands thru my pocket to find spare keys to Y/N 's house .

Even entering her house was leaving me some what..

Devastated .

Once her house was beautifully decorated , she always had a passion for aesthetics and decorations.

And now...

White walls chipping .....

Dusty cobwebs ...

Scraped up dining table...

wrappers everywhere...

the only things that actually worked

were the fan , light and fridge..

what happened to her ..?

the old her ?

when will she ever understand ?

she told me she's taking care of herself .

My ass , she calls this self-care ?

I walked over to the fridge to see very shaky handwriting written on sticky notes .

I could barely even understand what she was trying to say ...

It just pained me ...

seeing a once strong y/n..

so frail..

so weak..

and so...

lifeless .

Slowly I picked up the sticky notes and tried to read .

if- y-yo-u f-fee-l d-own k-kn-ow t-that

w-whe-n t-the -r-ra-in

w-i pe-s y-yo-ur -te-ars

I-n-s-t-ead of me

w-whe-n t-th-e sta-rs

I barely understood anything and just left the notes there.

Mindlessly

only to know later ....

they meant something I didn't realise..