Time works differently when you sleep. It could be days. Months. Even years that could pass by when your eyes are closed. But once they've opened again. You are just in time for your alarm to go off five minutes later.
Funny how that works, right?
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He just stood there staring at the spot that Gracie had been standing in moments ago, or was it hours ago? Jin couldn't be sure. Every memory he had ever remembered started to melt away like an icecream cone on a hot summer's day.
In some ways he felt betrayed.
Not by the people who kept their secrets tucked away. Trying to convince him of a possible alternate reality that truly only existed in his head. All the days spent with Y/N were figments of his impressive comatose imagination.
The reality is that knowing the truth hurts. It hurts so much that he doesn't want to even breathe for fear he may collapse.
He could hear people talking around him, but the turmoil inside his head was great. Why did she wait so long to tell him?
Why didn't he recognize her? Was it because she never described herself? The only people she described were her sister and a random noodle specialist at a noodle bar.
That couldn't be true. They weren't the only things she described. It couldn't be.
How would he know what the noodle bar looked like? Or the art gallery that Y/N displayed her artwork in. The art work that seemed to be tearing apart the man sitting on the yellow pleather couch.
Actually Jin wasn't sure if he was still there. He could hear voices. Although he didn't know who they belonged to.
"What did you make me do!?" Gracie cried, tears streaming down her grief stricken face. Yoongi sighed, watching Jin stand like a picturesque statue. His eyes sharing that same vacant stare, his dear Jimin had to this very day.
"Gracie—"
"Don't." She ran from the building as fast as her legs would carry her.
Once out into the alley way she fell to her knees sobbing. What was Yoongi's plan? Did he think that would make her want him? What? Now that Jin had a vacant stare.
If anything, she didn't think she could hate anyone more than she did Yoongi at this very moment.
Sirens could be heard down the street, they grew louder as an ambulance screeched to a halt directly in front of the alley.
Gracie furiously wiped her tears, getting up and once again she ran. She ran until her lungs burned and her legs ached.
She felt her phone vibrate inside her pocket as she tried to steady her breath. When she pulled it out, she frowned. Why would he be calling her right now?
Should she answer?
"Hello?"
"Gracie? Where are you? Why do you sound out of breath?"
"I'm near the Lounge on Blithe street. I literally just stopped running when you called." Gracie replied breathlessly.
"Oh... Penelope wants to know if you are coming to her art exhibit tonight?"
