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23 :: Madholic Arena PT.1

"If you ever love somebody in this world, remember to hold them close to your heart and let them know that you love them... Let them know before you lose them, before it's too late."

Mum...

"I love you, my little moon."

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I woke in a startle, still feeling the lingering effect of a gentle caress, of that touch nobody could ever replicate.

A mother feels her child from the time she is pregnant. Although, a lot of women claim they didn’t feel maternal till they actually gave birth. A child is someone you have nurtured inside your body and with your body. This makes the love for your child boundless and limitless.

And she did.

My mother loved me as much as I could have ever imagined of. And it was on these thunderous nights that I wanted her. I always got her. I always had her. Whenever, wherever.

My father was usually busy, he was a military man. He loved us too. He took small leaves once in a while just to celebrate my brother's and my birthdays. He used to send flowers and gifts to mum on her anniversary.

But it was the plays of destiny that took him away from us, earlier than we imagined it to happen. Then, even my mum.

It was just Jimin and I.

And Dami, of course.

But till the day she lived, she taught me to love every moment I had. We never know how life progresses. How missions progress. How journeys may halt.

"Y/n, you're okay?" I turned my vision towards the source of the voice, finding Soobin staring at me. His bare chest lay well visible. He was a soft boy, I can tell that.

I responded with a hum, affirmatively, and inhaled deep breaths. That dream, of my mum on her death bed, had brought back memories. My heart has a suitcase, a suitcase that I can't take through. It has all that belongs to me, all of my emotions and feelings and memories. Everything.

Often I feel like leaving my shoes on the street and dance bare feet on the ground, so that someone would carry me. Just like my mum.

"Bad dream, hmm?" His lips drew a smile and I nodded again, closing my eyes momentarily to feel the Stygian lacuna building up in my mind.

"What did you see? You can tell me if that lessens the storm you're controling." He brushed my hair with his pale, slender fingers. Resting his head on the firmer pillow, he smiled at me again. I reciprocated. He makes me smile without any force. I don't know how.

"I just...," I sighed. Holding storms were hard but letting them go was harder. "I dreamt of my mother. I loved her. I miss her."

I hadn't realised how a teardrop had escaped the brim of my eyes and cascaded down my cheeks. He smudged them away and caressed my hair.