Metanoia | BTS ff (werewolf au) [Under Editing]

Pelagic

Previously on "Metanoia"~

Because love never dies..

Twenty four hours left for the war.

Y/N's POV

Wounds.

The worst wounds, the deadliest of them, aren't the ones people see on the outside. They're the ones that make us bleed internally.

I had officially lost the count of how many times this place and this universe have made my heart burn in the torturous flame of grieve and hurt.

I had lost the count of the tears.... that I shed. The pain that I felt. The burn that my heart felt. I had lost the count of all of them.

Sometimes pain was like a storm that came out of nowhere. The clearest summer could end in a downpour. Could end in lightning and thunder.

Laying down on the rough surface of the rootstock bridge, I kept looking at the end of the cliff.....where the seven furry wolves once stood and gazed at me with their beautiful blue orbs.

I thought they were real. For a millisecond I thought that everything was real and that after all the sufferings and pain, I could finally hold them in my arms....I could finally let myself fall weak and small in their warm and muscular arms......that I could finally let myself cling to their cuddly forms and never let them go......that I could finally feel safe......safe and protected.

But I was terribly mistaken. I was wrong. I didn't deserve that.....I didn't deserve them.....did I?

I left them when they needed me the most. I left them when they were the most vulnerable. I left them and followed an immortal spirit just to satisfy my curiosity.
I left them alone with their scared and timidly beating hearts....I left them alone on that night at the main square. The smiles on their faces were just facades, deep inside they were calling for me. They were sobbing. They were imploring. They were begging me to not go....to not leave them.

But I....I didn't hear them. I didn't try to hear them. I was so lost in my fascination that I didn't try....I didn't try to heed them.

I couldn't protect them. I failed their trust. I failed them.

*Rumbling vibrations*

The sturdy girth of the humongous roots harshly grazed against dark walls of the valley sending rumbling vibrations down the bridge.

A sudden jerk made my head hit the hard surface of the wood quite roughly and a strained groan escaped from my mouth.

The bridge kept moving downwards, my half lidded eyes took in the sight of the fading daylight with a pang of uneasiness settled in the bottom of my heart.