How scary can it be not to know whether you're living in reality or in your dreamland?
And what if it goes on for months?
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We are not fallen angles.
Neither are we pure evil.
The thing is that we are a confusing mix of both.
The "good guys"...
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The sun peeked through the peacefully quiet room, causing me to blink just a little since I was awake already. I mean, how would I sleep while sleeping beside a man like him? I couldn't help but to admire his face closely while he slept, not faking any expressions.
His naturally tanned complexion literally shimmered under the soft sunrays. A small smile spontaneously made its way to my lips as I saw the small mole on his lower one; it was unique. And the one on his nose was way too cute. His entire face didn't have a single flaw. It was perfect.
That's really sweet, but..
You better work, bitch
I sighed quietly then turned around and got up, wrapping the silk bed sheet around my body as I made my way to the veranda. Barefoot, I stood there, letting the fresh breath of the air caress my skin lightly while I stared in front of me blankly, millions of thoughts occupying my mind.
However, these thoughts were instantly cut off when I felt a pair of arms slowly circling my waist from behind that the smile was back to my face in no time because of the familiarly pleasant sensation that engulfed me once I was in his embrace.
Taehyung implanted a small kiss on the end of my jaw, reminding me of the fact that I just discovered how much I became in love with the way he'd kiss me there; I never knew about it. It became a recent favourite.
I slightly turned my face to the side to his direction, the smile never leaving my lips or eyes. "Good morning." I whispered slowly, and he smiled back at me before leaning down to peck my lips then pulled away, watching my face as if he just saw me for the first time.
"Morning, Love." My smile widened at the word as he slightly chuckled at my reaction but then sighed and looked in front of him, pulling me closer by tightening the grip on my waist gently. "They're here already."
Noticing the way his face became a little gloomy, I just looked forward too. "Yeah." I responded calmly, choosing to enjoy his warmth since I knew I wouldn't get to experience it again.
"How are you feeling about this?" He asked after awhile of tranquil silence.
"Old." That was the first word that came to my mind as all of the problems and issues that I've gone through ran in front of me in a flash. And when my mind came to my mental state -of which I knew how horrible it got- my eyes started to turn a little teary. "My soul feels so old."
"Don't say that." His answer was serious and unhesitant. However, he paused shortly, and I could see him gulping heavily as he looked down at me. "Everything can be fixed.. Everything can be okay."
