"There's barely enough time to love in a lifetime, please don't give it all away to pain," his words were gentle, yet slightly pleading as his hand trailed down my cheek.
"But what if the pain has already consumed me?"
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𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧
NOVA
I had been standing outside my apartment building for five minutes, tapping my foot whilst looking up at my window. I knew he was going to be up there, and I had already prepared myself for whatever bullshit he was going to come up with as an excuse.
"Do you want me to come up with you?" Jimin shouted out of his car window, probably wondering why I hadn't gone in yet.
"Give me a chance, Park Jipain, I'm trying to make it dramatic," I scowled at him, making him smirk.
Jimin had sat with me for a while in the theatre. We didn't say anything to each other, we just sat in silence, but it's what I needed, and he knew that.
"What did you just call me?" He asked, his voice stern as he raised a brow at me. I smiled to myself as I turned back around, ignoring every word he had to say next.
Without saying goodbye, I opened the door and pressed the button for the elevator.
As I stepped in, I was greeted with a rather dishevelled version of myself reflecting back at me.
You're a mess.
"What do you mean I'm a mess? This is perfect, how do you think Jungkook's going to feel when he sees me in this state?" I questioned, hushing the voice in my head. "He'll feel so guilty."
This is why you shouldn't be in control.
"Yeah well, the last time you took the reins, someone died..." I reminded myself, pulling a strand of hair from my glossed lips.
Yeah well, the last time you were in control was to get you through being in a mental asylum.
"Well, I'm starting to think I need to go back there since I'm having an argument with myself in an elevator!" I snapped.
I took a deep breath before shutting out the little voice in the back of my head and continued take in my appearance. Colour was finding its way back to my skin, making my collar bones glow again against the fluorescent lighting. My irises were a piercing green, contrasting with the black mascara smudged around my eyes. My normally smooth pink lips were red raw, tying in perfectly with the scratches covering my face and neck. Despite all that was going on, my body never looked so good. My breasts sat perkily, without a bra, in the little black dress that followed the curve of my waist into the roundness of my hips so perfectly.
"How could he cheat on this?" I sighed, turning my body around to see the dress that was just covering my ass. "Such a shame," I tutted, tilting my head to the side and doing a spontaneous peace sign.
Hopping out of the elevator, I pretended to be a runway model as I sashayed down the hall to where my front door was. Surprisingly, I wasn't nervous at all. All I wanted to know was what happened and why, and then I'd just go to bed. Simple.
