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Taehyung blinks, snapping back to reality as he glances around, searching for something he's unable to find. His lips part slightly in deep confusion, a faint frown between his eyebrows as he tries to make sense of the unusual, almost imperceptible shift in the atmosphere.

"Taehyung," i repeat his name, a little bit louder this time, and even though he's unable to hear me , i know a sixth sense inside of him is stirring, flickering, the murky fog turning clearer until there are only hazy remnants hovering weakly.

Taehyung's eyes are not so dark anymore, and i  know the stifling, heavy thoughts he was drowning in have gone back to the back of his head, hidden again as he focuses on the present.

He lets the unfinished cigarette fall to the floor, stepping on it briefly before exhaling a shuddering breath.

"Huh," he says softly, and my nonexistent heart flutters again when the ghost of a smile makes his lips twitch.

When Taehyung leaves the lonely alley i follow him again, your feet almost floating above the pavement as your eyes focus on the comfortable sight of his tall figure. He walks energetically, as if ready to go through another day as the natural lights of the sky reflect on his darkened sunglasses.

And even though my memories are gone , even though the images of my previous life are mere patches of broken pictures and the brief encounter with the afterlife is locked away in some hidden place of your chaotic mind, there's one thought that's clearer than the day, emerging from the shambles as i hold onto the certainty and the steadiness of your new feelings: you're Taehyung's guardian, a steady, reassuring shadow whose only purpose is to protect him from his own mind, one that holds thoughts both dark and brilliant.

The smile that curves my lips feels warm and genuine, and a faint thought in the back of my head makes you wonder if this is the first time an honest smile lightens up your face.

Being a spirit suddenly doesn't seem so dreadful anymore. Not when you have a mission, one that concerns a boy that feels familiar and strange at the same time, a boy with a radiant grin and saddened eyes. he reminds me of someone

And you know that as long as you're able to clear his ripples of sorrow and make him smile, you'll be just fine.

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