𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐝 || J.JK

46

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Pain......

Excruciating pain rendered her apart; her heart bled, agony squeezed it with relentless pressure.

The pain transcended the physical realm; an inferno of psychic torment licked the edges of her sanity

Her chest burned, the sear spreading like a wild fire up till her throat.

With hands grown cold as ice, she fumbled at her neck desperately attempting to strangle the blaze of the monstrous scream clawing its way out, but the frigid touch of her shaking hands dissipated at the touch of firestorm raging within.

Screams......

Raw, unadulterated shrieks of a soul cleaved in two ripped through the sterile confines of the jet.

Her blaring screeches spoke the volumes of immense anguish that shredded her being with the most shrewd blade.

Her vision swam, the edges of reality blurring and distorting. Each ragged breath felt like a betrayal.

Maybe she could feel Jungkook's pain.

Jong suk, the pillar of strength in the face of adversity, the one who always remained patient and sanguine found his stoic facade  crumbling, replaced by a raw, visceral fear.

He had faced death with unflinching courage, but the sight of Hazel's descent into madness left him utterly bereft; his heart tightening with each gut-wrenching cry that tore from her lips.

There was nothing he could do to assuage her pain, never had he felt despair so vehemently.

He was utterly helpless.....

He reached out, but the touch, meant to offer solace, was met with a violent thrashing. Tears streamed down her face, each glistening drop was a mirror to the unbearable grief that threatened to consume her entirely.

All he could do was bear witness to her torment, his heart breaking with each passing moment.

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The once a haven of rapture and spirits, now stood as a mausoleum draped in a shroud of suffocating grief. Their home..... was now a hollow shell of emptiness.

The nascent winter breeze whispered through the night; icy fingers brushing against the faces of those left behind, carrying with it a chill that had settled within their hearts.

Hazel stumbled through the entrance, collapsing into Chaeyoung's embrace.

Chaeyoung was assiduous in observing the vertiginous condition of her, Hazel was lugubrious right now. In worst case, she was pulverized.

Hazel desperately tried to seek some comfort, but the inferno inside only became more annihilative.

They clung to each other as their tears mingled in a torrent of grief.
Chaeyoung embraced Hazel so delicately as both of them wept, and how could she not, Hazel was the very soul of her brother.