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"One left, never knowing another one was in the same position as theirs."
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One day.
Two days.
Three days.
A week.
A whole week had passed since Yoongi last saw the girl in his dreams. Tainted, his heart was. Troubled, his mind was. But maybe cruellest was the situation he lived in - another patch of void was smeared across his already plethora filled chest.
Everytime, when his eyes would divert away from the desk full of thesis papers and his ink stained hands to the cracked mirror of the hospital's washroom he always found himself coming back again and again - as if a haunting spell had been cast over him to lure into the poisonous trap of knowns - the male thought whether all the things that had happened with him was truly an illusion. Like she said.
There was no possible proof that Nova existed; but she was there, in those times he needed a shoulder to cry upon, in those moments he could pour his emotion out. It drove Yoongi insane; living in a reality which never cared about his opinion was making him sick.
Throat burning to speak with a certain someone. Soul dying to hear only one voice. Everything was foul game led by the foulest referee whom he addressed as fate.
