The Scars Between Us | KTH ✔️

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Iris

Although I saw everything fall apart in front of me, the outside world is rumbling with life, as if nothing happened. But that's how life is right? It might treat you horribly, it might destroy you, yet it doesn't stop. You do.

Because it hurts to see something you worked so hard for, wither away in a matter of a few hours. As if it was never there. Especially when you know how much blood, sweat, and tears you shed to watch your dream blossom into reality. How much shit you went through just to fulfill the promises of success that you made to yourself.

But then, life stabs you in the back, as if waking you up from the merry land you thought you existed in. Life is a bitch. It's unfair and nothing but a huge web of lies.

I snap out of my daze when I focus on the road ahead of us, and it's only then I realize that we're not going home.

"Where are we going, Tae?", I ask.

He passes me a warm smile, making my heart instantly flutter, and says, "I'm kidnapping you for a few days."

A small grin cracks on my features and I can't help but admire the man sitting beside me. I love him with everything I have.

I leave feathery touches on his bruised knuckles, careful not to hurt him, and he engulfs my smaller grip in his.

He doesn't say anything more and he doesn't need to. His touch speaks louder than any words could.

I continue to stare outside the window until buildings fade away and rows of trees come into view. I'm pretty sure we left the city by now.

Less than ten minutes later, we're standing in front of a two-story house, located in the middle of the woods. One wall, the one facing us, is made entirely of glass, making everything inside crystal clear. The kitchen, the living room, the fireplace, the stairs leading up to the bedroom, and several other rooms.

"Do you like it?", Tae asks.

"I love it."

As soon as we enter, he sets the thermostat to a warm temperature and starts a fire in the fireplace. I watch the flames dance freely and how they devour the pile of wood, to leave nothing but ashes.

Tae blocks my vision and I look up to meet his gaze. "Let's take a shower", he rasps and the deep tone of his voice spreads warmth inside me.

I nod, take his outstretched hand, and we go upstairs.

The bedroom is entirely black. Very modern and classy. His perfume that I love oh so much, sticks to the air. His touch is evident, the black and white paintings hanging on the wall, his extraordinary set of vintage cameras, and his precious painting kit sitting in the corner of the room.

He disappears into what I assume is the bathroom and I take my time to explore the place. He has photos of us scattered all around the room, framed beautifully, and sitting on the nightstands. There are also a bunch of random pictures of me, one from our first date, another of me cooking, and a picture while I was sketching on my IPad.

He snakes his arms around my waist and settles himself in the crook of my neck before he whispers, "That's my favorite picture of you."

"Really?", I wonder. It's nothing exceptional. I'm wearing one of his hoodies with my hair tied up in a messy bun and my glasses on.

He nods, "You look breathtakingly beautiful."

A million butterflies come to life in my chest and a genuine smile lights up my face for the first time tonight.