His grip on that glass of champagne suddenly lost its strength; if not for his fast reflexes, he would indeed have dropped it down. Watching you entering the aisle to give your vows to another man was a bullet to his heart which he painfully took.
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Ordinary.
That word was not available in his dictionary, and no matter how much he went through the books, he never found any synonym to it that he could make use of in his life.
The pattern of his life consisted of huge ups and downs, surely downs more than ups though.
He secluded himself away from others for longer than he ever wished for, at first it was hard for a person that was known as a social butterfly to become a lone wolf all of a sudden, but he preferred to mask the hint of black that tinged his white canvas.
Joy was a missing element in his life, amusement refused to attend that class as well, which forced him to abandon his habits of hanging out clubbing or simply, leading a life a person his age would normally be living.
He wasn't that way from the get-to go, he turned that way at a certain point. Experiencing the loss of a beloved wasn't easy, especially, when it was tragically unexpected.
Life knew how to surprise him on a frequency that wasn't to his liking. He became a genius of anticipation with the experience he was served, so at a certain point, he decided to counterattack.
Taehyung was well aware of your situation, he followed up with your case ever since you've been sentenced until the moment your first crisis appeared, the moment you have been taken to the asylum, he decided to take the first flight back home, but the courage to meet you stayed absent no matter how much hard he tried to summon it.
The gravity of your state made him lost between abhorring and pity. You killed his brother and it wasn't something he could throw behind his back after an apology that would be of no gain, it's not like you stumbled on his foot by mistake, not like you spilled some milk over his shirt, you spilled blood.
You did him wrong. You deprived him of his brother whom he considered a fatherly figure. You made him an orphan again when he just forgot what that meant.
Yet, your state wasn't doing him any good, knowing that you were slowly fading away like a speck of dust on a windy day, the fear that has visited his heart every time he thought about a world without your presence in it, penetrated in his heart deeper than a pointed dagger, it killed him daily without discarding punctuality.
The court allowed you to receive your needed treatment, but they never allowed your hospitalization, in the eyes of the public sentiment, you were a witch without heart, you were a killer that has taken away the life of her own husband without batting an eye, which has made the public attorney keen to keep you grounded on your cold cell although you were battling with demons and monsters inside your head. Those sounds you kept hearing only got louder day after the other, they lived in your brain rent-free and you failed to kick them out. Your instance only became worst albeit the weekly visits to the hospital, those injections the doctor provided were very mild for your strong case, with time they lost their effect on your body. Deprivation from sleep followed as a consequence of the constant disturbance you were living in, and without even marking the date of when it started, you found yourself facing panic attacks, it was only days after when you lost your ability to speak and to resonate logically with your surroundings including your cellmates and guards.
