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"An author is merely a conduit When the ink has dried, When words have ceased to be written, The stories you have cherished Live on without paper and pen In the hearts and minds, Of those who took the journey with them" Poem - CallMeByYourName97
(Suggested song - Sofia by Aurora)
Spice - O - Meter: 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🍬🍭🍬🍭🍭🍬🍫🍫🍫🍩🍪🍪
Aera (yes it changed to 1st pov just work with it) 🥀
We were back where we started.
In a literal sense, with Taehyung and Leila sitting high above us in the glittering throne room.
Except, things were a little different this time.
Jimin held onto my hand, trying to appear collected but failing. I could feel the nerves in the slip of his palms and the sound of his fluttering heart beat.
We had a week to practice what he was going to say to the couple before they got back from their getaway. Jimin stayed in my room, and we no longer cared that the others giggled and gave knowing looks when we passed by.
To him, no words felt like it was enough.
The King and Queen watched, curious, but I no longer cared.
I gripped his hand even tighter, sending two pulses. One for good luck, another to tell him that everything will be okay.
Jimin looked up at me, dazed, and then broke out into the most dazzling, heartfelt smile.
It took the air out of my lungs and stole the anger from my heart.
"Well, it worked didn't it?" Leila announced, clapping her hands together. Wherever they went had a lot of sun. The woman was radiant and glowing shades of gold deeper, "I told you so."
