"What I'm trying to say is, I can keep a secret, for as long as I like. I can take secrets to my grave." her tone lowers, their eye contact doesn't ease, "But I need you to promise me you'll do that too. Because if you do, we'll be okay. We'll be sa...
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There's a saying: Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.
When her mother died, Vivi's surroundings crumbled. The love she felt everyday vanished. The ground beneath her feet started pulling her down, like quicksand. Everyday was a battle she had to face, act brave, as if the only one who truly ever understood her wasn't gone.
She was too young to face her mother's death. Too young to understand. Too young to understand where people go after death. Or if they even go anywhere. Too young to face everything alone as her father seemed to only want to make her feel better but not tackle the real issue. It was too hard for him, to see the pain on his daughter's face everyday. The face that reminds him oh so much of the love of his life.
Forced to keep her head above the water by herself, little by little Vivi started seeing her mother in her everyday life. In the mirrors of her ballet school. On the fields, in the distance, a flowy dress on her undying being. In the clouds. In her dreams. In her room, hand stroking her head.
She knew she's still here, she still visits her, she still sees her, takes care of her, and hopefully is proud of the woman she's become.
Although after the break in, she's been missing.
"Come on, there has to be at least one secret room. Every old mansion has." Jungkook says, arms crossed on his chest as he watches Vivi take pictures of the details in her childhood home.
Instead of going shopping or doing anything meaningless like that, she decided she needed more pictures of her first home and perhaps watching the pictures at her current home will make her want to come to France more often. Surely she won't be staying away for another seven years. She can't.
"We're not some... Secret agents. I'm telling you, there's none." she giggles, turns on her heels to snap a careless picture of Jungkook as well.
"Vivi." he warns her warmly, turns his back to her so she'd point her camera elsewhere.
He's not that keen on being her model. Doesn't really like his picture taken ever anyway. It gets him all shy that he oh so hates, because it's far from what he wants to be.
"Okay, okay." she complies with his wishes, continues walking down the hall towards a room she hasn't visited yet while they've been here.
Jungkook hears her footsteps deceding, hurries after her so he doesn't lose her in this big mansion. That he's sure has a secret room somewhere.
Bright sunlight spreads all around, swallowing the room in pearly colours. It's almost as if you're stepping inside a different dimension, the silence flawless and impeccable. Large mirrors have boldly taken up one entire wall, the lighting that pushes through the huge windows from the other side of the room double with power because of them.
