"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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𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦
NOVA
My eyes opened slowly, revealing a blurred room that felt completely unfamiliar. I might have been more concerned about my surroundings if it weren't for the intense throbbing in my head, each pulse accompanied by a relentless ringing. Wincing, I tried to lift it but was quickly forced to lower back down onto whatever I was resting on. The space around me remained stubbornly out of focus; all I could make out were a few wooden planks on the floor and a pair of black boots by the wall.
"Mmmm," I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut in discomfort as I attempted to reach up and find the source of the pain in my head. That's when I truly realised something was wrong—my arms wouldn't move.
"Mmmm, mmmmm?" I grumbled, furrowing my brow in confusion as I struggled with the lack of control over my body.
After blinking a few times, fragmented images began to flicker through my mind—Jimin... Sana... a birthday... platinum... screaming... crying.
Was I hungover?
No, surely not. I'd had a thousand hangovers in my life, but none came close to this. The pain was sharp, sending shocks through my body with every movement. I felt nauseous, but not in the way that made me want to vomit every few seconds—this was a deeper, lingering unease that seemed endless.
This wasn't my fault, whatever it was. I got that pretty quickly as my eyes adjusted to the concrete floor... covered in what I could only assume was my own blood.
That's when the panic set in, when I understood why I couldn't move—my limbs were bound by several cable ties.
"Wha—Wha—" I stammered, struggling to form the words as my mouth refused to cooperate with my brain. "Where am I?" I groaned, directing my question toward the boots in the corner of the room.
"You owe me fifty," a low voice called out, the sound of his soles scraping across the floor as he moved closer. "I told you she'd wake up first."
"Yeah, only because you hit him harder!" the other voice snapped, leaning back to rest his foot against the peeling wall.
"I didn't want to ruin her face," the first man defended.
My whole body tensed at his words. "Please don't hurt me," I begged, trying to hold back the tears welling in my eyes.
"Oh God, not a crier," the first voice groaned. "Don't you hate it when they cry?"
I sniffled, desperately trying not to provoke them as I realized how unsafe I was. "Why am I here?"
"That's a really good question, sweetheart, but not one I can answer." He shrugged and crouched down until more of his body came into view. "I've been told to keep you here and call the boss when they all show up to rescue you."
