𝐏𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚 || 𝐉.𝐉𝐊 ✔️

𝐃𝐚𝐲 7 : 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠

The next day was the seventh day of me watching him, admiring him; them.

I had six drawings of them, yesterday's including me too.

It was an ecstatic feeling; watching them; yet it was somehow atrocious. At this point, I had no clue of how or what I was feeling.

I sat there, Yasmine beside me, never acknowledging my presence, and wrote.

For the past few days, despite the ever so lively love. Yasmine had been lost in thoughts of the sacrifice she'd have to make to survive this love.

Jacinth wasn't far behind in this aspect. He had the same suspicion. That something wasn't right, or that something wouldn't be right.

And his suspicion turned to be true when he visited the garden one fine day.

Yasmine was nowhere to be seen.
Not in her usual spot, not even anywhere around.

The most astonishing factor was that when he visited her house, he couldn't find her there either.

It felt like she was never there.

Like his love had just been an element of his mind's sick game.

Maybe he was really a psycho, the way people sought him to be.

Maybe he was just never in love.

I surprised myself with what I had written, but it felt so right. I didn't know the direction of this story. I didn't know how it would turn out. But I was sure that it'd be something good.

Because I never believed in sad endings.
No ending is sad or happy, every ending is fated, it's destiny.

And as I lifted my head up hoping to see Jungkook.

He was there, and he smiled at me again. He said something and it felt like he directed it to me. Yet I knew he didn't know me.

Then they talked, they leaned closer and they were kissing again.

Their bodies moulding together as if they were meant to be.

I didn't feel envious now, I felt included.

It was like I felt a fire ignited within me and I had found a warmth tending me outside.