ℓιє- J-Hope FF

Chapter 17

Y/N POV

The water reached higher and higher on my body and when it reached my chest I closed my eyes only to....

Lift my feet off the floor of the lake and float in the water. I let the water carry me away. I let it take my pain, my sorrow, my body and soul and most of all it will take my life.

I float in peaceful tranquility finally relieved to finally get some closure.

I felt myself start to slowly sink into the depths of the lake and I open my eyes one last time. I look at the moon, so gentle yet so oddly sinister. My vision was getting blurry. I could only make out the white glow of the moon and shapes of what once looked like trees.

Weirdly enough the moon started to go black. Well not the full moon like half of it. Was it an eclipse? The darkness started speeding all over the moon as I sunk into the water and it started engulfing my whole being. I can't move but I wouldn't even if I wanted to so it's fine. Everything felt numb.

Everything around me was starting to get darker and darker as I was slowly making my way down in the lake. What a silent but beautiful death. So painful yet painless.

My hand started to be the only part of my body that was able to feel the warm glow of the moon as the rest of my body was now completely succombes to the darkenss' cold but oddly warm embrace. Like it were an old friend seeing me off on my journey.

Just as I saw the moons glimmer completely disappear I start to remember my reason for carrying on for a little bit more. Hoseok.

I wish we could have said goodbye properly. And I wish I could've actually conveyed how I truly felt. I wish I could've gotten a final hug or seen his beautiful heart shaped smile one last time. Or his eyes lighting up with pure joy as he enjoys every moment of his life. I wish we could've been together but maybe in the next life.

I gave my final breath as I just let go. Closing my eyes and sinking farther and farther away from the surface.

It was cold.. and empty... this is where I belong. It was like I was floating in a mirror and it was reflecting my very soul right back at me.

My hand started to feel warm. It was like I was being comforted on my death bed and someone I truly cared about was mourning my death so they grab onto my hand and pray for a miracle. That thought made me smile, as if someone would actually miss me.

The warmth spread from my fingertips to my whole arm and I started to feel a pressure. It was an odd sensation but maybe this was death.

It took me a few moments to get a handle on the situation but once I felt the moons soft glow on my pale skin again I realised what happened.

Someone was pulling my up. Someone was saving me, not that I want it. I can't fight them though. I can't move.

Stop.

I don't want to go back!

Please I don't like it up there.

Stop it

Leave me alone

Please

STOPPPPP!

I could feel the cold air softly touch my skin, sending shivers down my back. It was like the cold air was breathing life back into me but I'm far from that. Every inch of me is dead. I could barely open my eyes and make out my "saviour" but their hands were warm.

They held me like I was a princess. My head placed gently on their chess. I could hear the constant pounding of their heart, as if it were panicked.

Someone actually cares for me, who knew.

But this stranger won't care if he finds out what a true monster I really am. I started to feel I was being put down on the ground. Gently my head was placed within their arms . I tried to look at their face but I just couldn't make it out.

I heard muffling, I think they are trying to talk to me but I feel so far away. I can't hear them.

My head was placed on the ground as my hands dropped to the ground. My saviour shifted his position so he was on his knees beside me. Both his hands started to make his way to my chest and he pushed down hard on my chest. He then lifted back up and then applied more pressure over and over.

I think he's trying to do CPR. It felt like hours had past of him continuously pumping my chest but in fact it was a mere few mins. He's pumps were getting more desperate and his hands were shaky.

I was starting to feel some feeling back into my body and my vision was getting less hazy. It was still too dark to see their face but I could make out their wavy brown hair. The pumps got weaker and weaker til they stopped. Have they given up? Will they let me die now?

At least I was able to feel some kindness in my last moments alive. I slowly began to close my eyes, accepting my fate.

"No no no no no no no no"

That voice.

It's oddly familiar. But who?

My eyes were too heavy to open again so I gave up. Just as I was about to let my consciousness slip soft lips touched my own.

They started to give me air through my lungs. Why are they giving me mouth to mouth. I don't want this. But oddly enough it felt so right. When they had lost their breath their lips no longer touched mine and I hear a gasp and I am met with the same warmth on my lips as I had seconds before.

He repeated this action for a bit until I felt water slowly rising in my throat. I felt some strength in my body so in a swift movement I pushed the guy away shifting to the side to cough up the salty water. Only then did I realise that whole time I wasn't breathing.

I put my hand on my throat softly massaging. Everything aches. When I was done I flopped back on the ground inhaling and exhaling heavily but shakily. I still can't move much but my vision is better and I can hear the wind now and feel my face so I guess my senses are better.

Whoever just saved me, I hate you.

I look over to finally get a view of my saviour and am met with two gorgeous brown eyes. I know those eyes, they belong to.....