escapism ✈︎ Enhypen x Reader

What is this?

Sometimes i look at the mirror and ask: 'What is this?' 'Who is this person i see?'

It isn't me. Not ever since you left. Not ever since i left. Things were different, and if i didn't knew any better i would say that i'm no longer grieving, but that's not true.

I grieve. I grieve everyday, but i finally found a healthy way to do it. A way that doesn't involve killing myself slowly.

The memory of you now makes me smile. I no longer cry and scream in pain, even though it is still there, i'm healing slowly. Piece by piece i'll repair my heart, and once it is done, i'll be free.

It still hurts. It will always hurt and sometimes i might not have control of it .

Not when i can't breath. Not when my palms are sweaty. Not when my body is shaking. Not when my heart is acheing. Not when you're not here.

But i'll manage and i won't run this time. I'll never run again, because the only way out in a dead end street is the way you came, and i'll go through the pain all over again if it means freeing myself, freeing you.

I won't go alone this time, the boys will go through the path with me. The same path we entered together. The path i got lost. They found me and gave me light, i'm finally ready to go back.

I'm letting you go, Geun, and this time it's for forever.