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The next day I reached the park, Yasmine wasn't there. She was nowhere to be seen.
I had drawn them kissing yesterday, including myself too and today I couldn't see her anywhere. It felt stupid to care about someone who I initially felt so envious of.
But I felt so attached to her for some reason too. A reason that seemed to have no reasoning behind it.
I sat there, quietly writing.
Yasmine had never existed. She was never there. Jacinth fell in love with his own imagination.
After all, artists are psychos. At some point in their life, they forget how to differentiate between their imagination and their reality.
And that realisation of feeling no love anymore, that loneliness creeped him, it ate him inside out.
Yet, he fueled the fire by visiting that garden again. Hoping against hope to find Yasmine again. Or atleast to push himself back to reality.
Even his shock would be surprised by what he saw.
She was there again.
Yasmine was there.
I didn't quite understand what I wrote, but maybe the situation was somewhat aligning with the real life situation.
Maybe Jungkook just imagined her?
But what about me? How could I feel her presence so firmly?
I left the lone drawing of Jungkook I had under that crooked; beautiful tree.
This was the only sketch that contained only Jungkook and not him with Yasmine.
But I was taken aback, who was Yasmine?
Was she there?
Or am I a psycho?
I watched Jungkook come to the park, go crazy in search of her. He was also feeling what I felt, but to an even greater extent.
He loved her after all, and it must've hurt him to know that she was never there.
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