Beauty of love (DISCONTINUED)

- 12 -

I wake up to the feeling of being shaken. I groan and slowly open my eyes to find myself in a white room. My sight focuses on a face nearby and I stop breathing.

"You wouldn't wake up, so we proceeded with the cast, it's getting late so you should go home now" the pharmacist says while taking a step back and I nod. I sit up with some difficulty and look at my wrist to see it hidden in a cast. He hands me a support to wear around my neck.

"Hum... do you want help putting it on? I can show you how it works" he whispers softly and I bite my bottom lip before nodding. I won't let myself wear it the wrong way just to avoid him.

He walks closer and slowly shows me the steps before putting it on me himself and helping me put my arm in it the right way so it supports my wrist correctly. The way he moves and acts around me is so delicate and careful that my heart can't help but swell with love, much to my disappointment.

I have to remind myself that if I'm trying to keep a distance, it's to avoid hurting him. I look down, unable to let myself meet his gaze while he stands there silently.

"We'll be expecting you here once a week to keep track of your state, both for your waist and wrist. It doesn't matter what day and what time, just make sure to come at least once a week, alright?" he asks and I nod, making a mental note in my head for later to write in my agenda.

"You know, Y/N, you can't avoid what's going to happen. What you saw when we connected, it will happen, but I simply can't believe that what you saw is about you. It doesn't make sense" he says and I shake my head, my heart constricting in pain. "You don't know that. You didn't see it" I retort but he crouches to meet my eyes. "But what do you know? Not everything is as it seems, there might be something bigger going on that you don't know about" he counters with pale green eyes.

Why does he try so hard? He doesn't even know me. "You never took the time to listen to my memory" he then says and my eyes meet his hesitantly. "Then... what did you see?". He gives me a beautiful smile that reaches his eyes, a soft yellow lighting them and my heart skips a beat at the sight. "A moment of pure happiness and love between you and I. We read a book together, snuggled on the couch. Not everything has to be bad, Y/N".

I feel tears try to flee my eyes, so I shake my head and scoot to the side to get down from the bed. Turning my back to him, I stare at the door. "Then my memory must happen after yours. I can't let that happen". Leaving him behind as tears fall down my cheeks, I run to the doctor's office to find it empty. I grab my bag and leave the clinic after changing the slippers for my shoes. He doesn't follow me and it both hurts me and reassures me.

Am I really making the right decision?

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"Y/N! Where were you?! When I got home, late must I add, to see that you weren't present, I freaked out! I tried to reach you but you didn't-" Rosé stops there when she sees my arm. "Are you wearing a cast?!" she exclaims before running to me with red eyes.

"Calm down, Rosé, I'm fine" I whisper but she shakes her head and brings me to the living room where she makes me sit next to her. "What happened? Was it those girls? Were you attacked? Tell me who" she asks and I sigh. "It was one human and two vampires. They were of those who were after me during softball. I'm not sure about their names, you know I don't really pay attention to that. But Namjoon and Jimin took care of them. I'm not sure I want to know how though, they sounded scary" I explain and she nods.

"I'll ask them tomorrow then. I can't believe you were attacked again, I swear I'm not leaving your side ever again, we're going to have to report them" she says and I nod. I agree on that part, me ending up alone with vampires who want my head and blood, this can't end well. "Did you go to the same clinic as last time?" she asks and I nod. "Yeah, I was brought there by-"