He laid in bed, all his energy drained in the form of tears.
His eyes hurt, bloodshot, but they were dry.
I would, he reminded himself, I really would do it all over again. He likely wouldn't have been able to recover if Yeosang died under his care. His whole life, he felt that was his vocation: protecting his little brother.
As a child, his friends would call him overprotective, but he failed to see this as a negative. It soon became part of his self identity: a protector.
It was not until nineteen that a therapist told him this was likely a trauma response. Makes sense, he thought, but it's a little late now.
Dragging himself out of bed, he decided to take a shower; he always felt better after a shower.
Alone in his apartment, the steaming water soon bathed him in yet another layer of solitude.
He stayed a while, allowing the water to beat on his back and neck. He smiled. He should have appreciated showers more during his life; he should have appreciated water in general more, being submersed in it, surrounded by it.
Water is the zero gravity of earth: the immersive hug: the balance between life and death.
Through waters he entered this world, and through waters, he decided, he would leave it behind.
Droplets rolled from his chest as he double-tapped his phone. He had many birthday well-wishes. 17:01.
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Twenty-Four Hours || k.hj
FanfictionHongjoong knew the moment he awoke; he that knew today was the day. His twenty four hours. °°° The body which had been his for over twenty five years suddenly seemed peculiar to use. Memories suffused his mind, memories he thought had been long lost...
