He knows he likes to make you scared, just to see
How much you care
He was never going anywhere
And he knows you play the same games too,
But you keep losing
He was too good
He was way too good
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It was fall, again. Something she used to describe as; the beginning of the grey parts, of the un fortunes, where her heart used to welp the most. sometimes she phrased it as; the silence before the disastrous storms, where by those thunderous storms she meant winter.
But this year, in particular, was different. It felt different, from the previous ones, which constantly reminded her of her parents death, of the void it was around her, the loneliness she felt on holidays. This year felt surreal, opposite from those.
And it all started there..
When on one evening in particular, in all gloomy and that disturbed blaze, scorn adored upon her face, fingers continuously gathering altogether to break apart the wings of the butterfly it was holding, shredding it poorly- was abruptly stopped in its track to finally look up at the front.
Where stood, probably a 14 year old strange boy, almost a year older than her, looking pursed before he lifted a lip for a small smirk, as his hand went upward in front of her, for her to take and shake
And this moment, for her, was different from usual...
───≫≪───
Its him. Indeed him. Soobin's heart clenches tightly inside his chest. His face completely drained up, senses swift. He couldn't comprehend what the heck just happened here, in front of his eyes. Him, coming back after these many years, oh he never thought that it would be like this all over again.
what were you going to do now? He couldn't even imagine, he's afraid of it. He doesn't want you to cut your ties with the world all over again. No. He cant let that happen. The silent promise he has made to your brother to protect you from all the evil, is alive in his heart. But at stake in front of him at the same time, he breathes slowly thinking.
His eyes stare at the same place that bastard left to, lingering ahead at the void. He needs to get you away from here as soon as he can. It was foolish of him to leave you alone on your own, he curses his throbbing head. It was not letting him think sanely.
His fingers, panicked, type your name on the phone before clicking on the dial. And the way you do not pick up any single of his calls, makes him go crazy.
Just how could you?
Atleast be reasonable.
Not thinking much, he then strides towards the most vacant area, praying to find you there safe and fine, he just cant bring himself to imagine anything other than that.
