The Shadow's Hold

Abyss

Something felt off. You were too optimistic these days; borderline perky. Always smiling and actually meaning it.

Dullness had retired from your skeleton which was particularly strange, being the persistent state you have lived in for the past years.

Why were you different?

In the begining, you paid no mind to these changes, them being subtle.

Settled on your couch, you leaned against the window, watching the view. It was pouring outside.

The rain was so thick, its dropplets would hurt on your bare skin. The perfect weather to read, to reflect.

People were battling the wind, their umbrellas barely resisting its howling. It was so monochromatic outside, it clashed against the colours from everyone's protective gear.

The whole scenario belonged in a movie; rush-hour displaying the busy life, the overcrowed streets, the routines. There was only missing a mellow soundtrack to bring it all together.

His lullaby erupted in your head, swaddling you in its arms, fitting perfectly to the occasion. Instant comfort surrounded you, nesting you back to a relaxed place, a peaceful place.

It's unfinished.

There was something beautiful about things left unfinished. It gave you a sense of giving up, letting go, moving on, yet, it could also mean hope; hope something good would /still/ come out of it.

You couldn't wait to hear his marterpiece in full.

You smiled again.

This time it was warm, nostalgic, happy. Suddenly you felt that unsettling flutter. Again.

That sensation vexed you to an extreme. It was the most horrid feeling in your stomach. Like you were losing sense of gravity. And it would disappear a second later.

You hated it. And you hated not knowing what it was even more.

Your body slowly welcomed the peaceful moment, dreams flooding from your temporal lobe, swiftly creating a frightening world for a woken up you to later worry.

You were still in the same position, still watching the rain from your window, still with a mug with hot mint tea on your hand. What differed was the wide torso in which you were now leaned on and the strong arms wrapping you around your waist, comforting you.

There was a distinctive aroma close to your nose, one you could swear to have felt before, your mind unable to pin-point its previous location.

You could feel a heartbeat pounding through your back, a rhythm so precious to your sleepy self, it was almost like a lullaby of your own.

The stranger's embrace felt familiar, almost too familiar. You were way too cozy in their arms, too eager to stay right where you were. It was a feeling of belonging you've always craved for. To feel at home.

When the stranger kissed your temple, nozzling their chin right on the crook of your neck, finally whispering terrifying words, you woke up in panic. It couldn't be...

Milla..

You jumped out of the couch, yanking the covers from your figure, spilling tea everywhere. It was dramatic and chaotic and you were spiralling. Yes, you have dreamt about Min Yoongi before. Several times to be honest.

But they have always been erotic dreams, explicit dreams, dreams where your hand unconsciously slides down your underwear and rubs slowly, dreams where you wake up moaning, dreams so vivid you need to take a cold shower the moment you're brought out from your slumber.