A quiet evening walking through town unexpectedly turns into a dramatic incident that turns Jungkook's life upside down.
Amnesiac, unnamed and untamed girl finds her way into the young man's heart.
However with a dark past catching up to them, coun...
♡♡"I'm down on my knees and I need you to be my God, Be my help, be a savior who can Unbreak the broken, Unsay these reckless words, Find hope in the hopeless, Pull me out of the train wreck"♡♡
James Arthur Train wreck~
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!TW!: suic!de attempt failed, strong language, and heavy emotions. Do not read if you're uncomfortable! You've been warned lovelies ❤ ______________________________________________________________________________
Jungkook closed the door with a sigh, his face contorted into a sorrowful expression.
"How is she?"Taehyung inquired quietly, standing by the door the younger man had just shut.
Yuri had refused to talk, and refused to let anyone approach her. Especially Jungkook who struggled to understand.
After trying to talk her through it, he'd given up, not wanting to rush her. He left the room, heart tightening in his chest.
"She... um... she's going to be okay"he murmured, "hopefully..."he added more for himself but his friend heard and frowned, throwing a glance towards the room. He remained silent.
"I think she needs some time alone hyung."
"Okay, wanna sleep at mine?"
"Thanks."he said and followed his hyung to the room next door, his head filled with too many questions, too many thoughts.
As the door closed, Yuri slowly relaxed, still huddled together against the wall.
There were some things which were labeled as acceptable in life. Mistakes, accidents... things like that. But her... what she had done... there was nothing acceptable in that.
On the one hand she was the victim to her mother and her terrible plans, on the other hand, she'd shut down her conscience and blindly done what she'd been told to do.
Shakily pulling her hands from her face, the young woman stared at the scars slithering down her hands in zigzags, reminiscing the time she'd torn her own flesh open trying to get rid of the invisible blood on her hands.
You did this. Murderer.
Whimpering at the guilt she felt, her chest tightened and the room suddenly felt suffocating.
A fog had invaded her mind, she'd grown dizzy with all the crying. Her heart felt too heavy to carry.
How could she move on now? And that day she tried to escape with her father and Sebastian... that godforsaken day...
