Therapist • KTH ✔

42. Promise

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It's okay to cry when there's too much on your mind. The clouds rain too when things get heavy.
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July 19, 2020
Amy's POV

I lived not knowing what day or date it was; I existed, that was it. I felt exhausted and lifeless.

Taehyung and I kissed slowly and sensually. We closed our eyes and let the magical feeling engulf us. His lips tasted like Heaven. I didn't want to let go. I hugged him tighter. My tears fell. His hands touched my face as he stroked my cheek with his thumb...

I woke up with a start because it all felt so real.

Was he here? Did we kiss?

Looking around, I saw that I was still in my bed and realized that it was a dream.

A goddamned dream.

Getting out of bed, I went to the kitchen and noticed that Jay had left a note on the fridge door.

'Rice and seaweed soup on the table. Eat up and rest well, babe. I'll see you soon.'

I checked my phone and saw that it was a Sunday, and Jay had gone out to spend the day with Allan since she had spent the last few Sundays with me at home, handling all of my drama.

She had a life, unlike me.

Stepping into the bathroom, I decided to shower first. Every time I touched myself, my body tingled imagining the way Taehyung always touched me. His fingers so long and slender grazed every inch of my body. The way he made love to me, uttering sweet words into my ears, made me miss him so much more now. We cuddled under the same shower one day, and now I was all alone, crying and hoping that the pouring water would wash away my grief and misery.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror and saw that all the love marks had faded.

Only those have faded. Nothing else ever did and ever will.

I looked slightly pathetic and except for my hair, I actually resembled Frankenstein.

Sighing, I got dressed in my pyjamas and dried my hair, watered the plants, ate the rice and soup, and sat down to watch some random movie which would not remind me of him. A few minutes into the movie, I dozed off on the couch, and I was woken up by the sound of the doorbell piercing through my ears that made me sit up with a jolt.

I wondered who it could be because Jay had just left an hour ago.

Dragging my feet to the door, I opened it, and my heart stopped, and my mind went totally blank.

Taehyung stood at the door, dressed in a pair of loose pants and an oversized shirt that wasn't properly buttoned up or tucked in. He wore his mask, glasses, a ball cap and slip-ons. Although I couldn't see his face clearly, he still looked handsome as ever. I missed him so much that I just wanted to pounce on him and kiss him breathless. But I controlled my inner demons and stood there looking at him for a while before I weakly tried to close the door on his face. He stopped the door with his hand and pushed his way into the house, closing and locking the door behind him.

I didn't rebel; I couldn't.

He took off his slippers, mask, cap and glasses, revealing his beautiful face—the one that I missed like hell and dreamed of every day and night. I gulped lightly seeing him. He looked sad, and his eyes were puffy and red.

Clearly, he had been crying too, and I knew I looked worse.

Taehyung stepped closer to me and spoke in a soft yet deep voice,
"Amy, why are you doing this? You've been crying too. I know you missed me. Because I missed you more than I could ever express. I can't do this anymore. Please come back to me, baby. Let's be happy once again. I don't like living life like this. I don't want our lives to be this way." His eyes glistened with unshed tears.