Part 4

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When I realized how close Yoongi was, it suddenly became very hard to breathe. Our good memories together were few but they were still there. Still fresh even if I tried my best to block them out. Flashbacks to that summer vacation when Yoongi proposed to me hit me like a ton of bricks.

Returning to the memories two years ago on the Hawaiian Islands ,images of the stunning beach, the ocean view and its deep turquoise color played right before my eyes. I inevitably remembered Yoongi's smile that was so beautiful and precious especially because he rarely smiles around me, how he constantly looked like a hot mess because his skin it's very sensitive to the sunlight and how he kept complimenting my sun-kissed skin placing feather kisses on my shoulder.

We got engaged on a Sunday night. I was really eager to try some traditional Hawaiian dishes and because it wasn't Yoongi's first time in Hawaii he knew exactly where to find the best restaurant. That memory will forever remain in the depths of my heart and mind because I was very surprised by how happy Yoongi was. If I'm really honest in three years of being together it was the first time I've seen him being genuinely happy. He proposed on our way back from the restaurant and I truly was in total shock! That moment was indeed casual! Yoongi was driving peacefully while that question popped. He was so relaxed and laid back as if he was asking me for a bottle of water and not just proposing that we spend the rest of our lives together.

He was now standing right in front of me staring into my soul and I could read it on his face that he too was recalling some memories of us. I couldn't figure out which ones because he was,like many people who suffered from depression and trauma, an expert at hiding his real feelings.

My mind tried to hide my emotions and feelings maybe in an attempt to protect me from those painful memories but I guess it was too late as tears started pouring down my cheeks. At this point Yoongi was resting his forehead on mine and was carefully caressing my cheeks with his thumb in an effort to wipe away the tears.

"-Don't even think about trying to mess with my mind again!" My voice was weak and pleading with mercy. I was really angry and ashamed that I was stupid enough to show him the power he still has over my heart. 

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