The Scars Between Us | KTH ✔️

Her

🖤

Taehyung

It's been two years.

Two years and there hasn't been a moment where I didn't think about her.

Two years went by without seeing her.

Two years went by without hearing her voice.

Two years went by without knowing anything about her.

Two years wishing I would wake up and find her lying next to me.

Two years wishing she was by my side when I was the one who pushed her away.

Two years reliving the same scene over and over again.

Two years passed and I hadn't for once forgotten about her.

I miss her in my arms.

I miss her bright smile.

I miss her spontaneous lively energy.

I miss her warm hugs.

I miss playing with her silky hair.

I miss the feeling of her delicate lips molded with mine.

I miss her feminine touch.

I miss her soothing voice.

I miss the way she looks at me, with sparkles in her beautiful brown eyes.

I miss her calling me Tae.

I miss her telling me how much she loves me.

I miss her worrying for me and taking care of me.

I miss her, with everything she has.

The way she looked at me back then, with heartbreak written all over her features, I knew at that time, that I broke her. I broke something that would never be repaired.

I had to...

That night, I didn't only lose her, I lost something so precious. A love so pure, I wouldn't have received from anyone else but her.

Her touch ignited a fire within me, and with the loss of it, I lost a spark, a flame that was only there for her.

She gave light to my darkness, company to my lonely nights, healed all my wounds, and gave my life a new meaning that wasn't there before.

In return, I drowned her with my darkness, made loneliness her only company, cut her open for misery to seep into her being, and stole every meaningful thing she had leaving her soul bare.

She hung on to me and I left her stranded.

She trusted me and I made her doubt every certainty in her heart.

She loved me and I broke her.

I stole the sparkles in her eyes and replaced them with an empty void of darkness.

It's all evident in the way she's looking at her sister with zero emotion. This is not Iris.

She's different.

Maintaining a solid expression, contrary to what's inside me, I examine her thoroughly.

Standing out with her new jet black hair, still silky, as it falls down her shoulder blades and stops at the end of her back. Her emerald green dress hugs her curves in all the right places and showcases her pure beauty. Her posture was straight, her head held high, and her strides confident and powerful. Her presence demands attention and seeks everyone's interest. Her aura is sturdy yet classy. That's my girl.