A Sinner In Love | PJM

Chapter 5

                   
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                        " Fix you"

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(Play 'Fix you' cover by bts)

"Its a long story just like the ocean which has no limits....

                .....I fear that you'll drown once I reveal its reality to you" 

It was dim in here, the light of the gleaming moon which seeped through the curtains was keeping the room enlightened, ample for me to locate which thing in this room was at what place and most significantly the ceiling. That I've been staring at for the past an hour now. Insomnia.

I had plugged my earphones and flung myself over the bed. I played one of my favourite songs which had always been blasting through my headphones whenever poignancy has taken me over or whenever I've been surrounded by melancholies. It was

"fix you" by coldplay.

When you get what you want but not what you need

When you feel so tired but you can't sleep

Stuck in reverse

Could it be worse

Lights will guide you home

And I'll try to fix you

Those were my favourite lyrics from the song and I'd always hum loudly whenever those parts would come up.
I closed my eyes and imagined myself leaning on the windowsill as the raindrops engulf the window and this song is being played in the back. I would think of all those memories from the autumn of those previous years when I was a child, as the song evokes faded memories that had been forgotten long ago.

Giggles. (Music playing in the back)

Cycling.

Yellow leaves.

"Don't go too far"

Giggles. (Song in the back:
                          "stuck in reverse")

A very warm smile crept my face and not a moment too soon, I was grinning ear to ear as realization struck me. I felt something wet streaming down my face, I touched it and to my surprise my fingertips came across something I wasn't inclined to this whole time. Tears.

Tears stream down your face

I promise you I'll learn from my mistakes

After the song finished I unplugged my headset and tossed it over the nightstand and let out a tiring breath.
What now?.

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The rest of the boys have went to their respective rooms which lisa had asked her maid to clean earlier this afternoon. I had overhead them, lisa was addressing her the chores, it was almost inaudible while I was in the kitchen leaning against the counter devouring my nutella dipping strawberries in it.

I had picked few words from their conversation Rooms which most probably belonged to the maid and Seven to lisa. But who's to say ? All of them must be asleep soundly by now. But I couldn't sleep, I was busy processing on what has happened in the balcony this night. His words. Yes, his words kept on bothering me, weren't letting me drift off to my dreamland.