Daisies II taekook

chap 1 (Prologue)

Author: Enjoy your reading

The sound of pedalling can be heard by bushes which were scattered along the sides of the road
which leads to the peak of the mountain...
A 23-year-old male with black roots halted his cycle with the help of a left break,
he breathed out after stepping on flattering striped grass.

Sitting on the bench which is alike his dried lips, he wetted his lips by scattering his saliva along his plum petals.
Once he settled his hips he diverted his gaze onto the beautiful frame in front of him, which covered the small village, mountains, and farms along with the sky above.

His orbs reflected the orangey-purple light while looking at the sky.

It looks like marmalade spreading on a toast accompanied by a blueberry jam, looks like a fine artist blending bright ochre with cobalt blue on a never-ending gauzy canvas with a fresh burning orange dahlia at the bottom. Lake flowing in between the cordillera mirroring the sky of hues as if it captured the scenery in every drop of it, it must have been loving the sky which it can't reach, just like we capture our loved ones' image in our eyes, preserving it forever. Birds flying back to their homes made up of twigs of love.

The male loves to romanticize the sky of daytime, as it cuddles and wraps us in a blanket of glory sheathing the darkness of the universe outside, he also wanted someone or something to cover the layers of his heart to evade the depression, no matter he can't escape the darkness, misery feeds on him, now depression hosted him and he is okay with it.

"Life is pretty from here "
"But still I didn't find my meaning in living this life"
"uggghhh" says the black-headed.

He opened his backpack to pull out a dark blue platted note,
it was the only reason why he was surviving,
it held all his emotions and feelings more than his heart does.
For an author his books, fountain pen and diaries are the most precious things,
and for him too.
Yes, he is an author, specifically a famous secret writer under the pen name called" V ".

He left his everything for this career even his father,
The male's relationship with his father is just like omelette and ketchup,
which was his father's favourite dish and the writer pukes every time he sees it.

His passion for writing started when he was 15 years old.

Every time he cried out for comfort there was no one for him except those pale piles of paper.
The writer used to bleed on paper instead of fighting, The passion for poetry and writing made him what he is today.
A passionate person who is searching for meaning in his life.

"it looks ok?"
he questioned himself while looking at a bunch of arranged lines with scattered thoughts.

It says:

"I stepped aside
to give life a chance
but at the end
I was left in a trance,
should I cry louder
to break this unknown fence?
all I need is a presence...
where I can relay
to escape from life's vengeance..."

he looked around before saying his unorganised poem loudly into the breeze.

"Whatever"
with a not-so-satisfied sigh, he was about to sit
when he heard the sound of metal rolling on a hard surface.
he immediately looked up knowing what made that sound.
V's relaxed face now turned into wrinkled linen which aroused from fear of losing his precious buddy,
an extended part of his body.

He almost ran to the edge of the peak which is not less than a knife point.
A relieved sigh left his vocals,
and his eyes flooded with salty liquid as he looked at his fountain pen all fine but some of its blue ink oozed out of the pen's mouth.

he smiled while wiping that blue blood with the help of a napkin.
Not only the pen is worth of a golden croissant, but it is so dear to the writer
because it is gifted by his literature professor, who is a fatherly figure to Raven.

he was the one who sponsored V's first book publishing.
Mr Linn is the reason for the tender smile on his lips right now,
he made V a pleasant writer.
He is the reason why " V " got the Best Book of the Year award in 2007.

The writer pushed the pen back into his bag before closing the book,
he flipped the book to see his actual name plastered over the cardboard.
His honey-tinted hand brushed over the letters.

"Kim Taehyung, a coward behind those sculptured books!"- says the raven.

He sat down feeling peace echoing in his shells,
then he gazed above to see the yellow-ochre sunset sky turning into dark blueberry candy floss.

"let me go before you shed your tears on me, last time I accompanied you and I got sick for a week"

He referred to the sky while stretching his physique,
ready to pedal all the way down to his home.

He has visited this place almost 5 days a week for the past 2 years.

This became his routine,

but today who knows if his ride back home can take him to his real home,
where he can find peace in this whole chaos.

Stardust: Kim Taehyung is a beautiful character in this book, Are you ready to encounter our gukkie?

I just randomly got the thought to write this book.
It's beginning and I am loving this already hope you reciprocate it.
Anyway, see you in the next chapter.
forgive me for any grammatical mistakes, As English is not my first language.

knittedbones