Tomorrow is a blur for everyone but not for her. She knows too well that her future is just a repeat of her past. Bloody. Cold. Bruised. That will be her. Will she risk to have that tomorrow again just to treasure the blink of happiness before it w...
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He was the best healer a village could ever want. Yet his body was littered with wounds he seemingly couldn't heal himself. That's what I was to him, he said. I was his healer... but for me, I was his wounds.
- Memory Journal: The Healer, page 9 –
The music is so loud it vibrates through the mirrored walls of the dance studio. Each beat floods the entire space and fills it in just a second. It sends waves and waves of visions, inspirations, and distractions...
Hoseok feels discontented. Even with the sweat drenching him, he feels so lacking. Each twist of his joints, each kick, and each move of his arms and limbs doesn't flow so well with the music. He tightly closes his eyes, trying to recreate the choreography he had made for his own tune. Yet, no matter, it's off.
He stops. And when he opens his eyes, he sees himself on the mirror. He can't help noticing how alone he is to fill the expanse of space. No matter how he moves from one corner to the other or just stay at the center, he can't quite give a command to the space, which a dancer like him should have. He looks rather so thin and clumsy to the vision he wants.
Frustrated he steps towards the bottle of water and wastefully pours it on his mouth, trying to quench his thirst, and ground himself to its refreshing taste. Alas, he can't taste anything. He can't feel it actually. He feels like a vacuum that everything else is insignificant.
The music continuously booms, yet not even a beat can penetrate the void that's now growing on his mind.
The vision is seven... and he is only one.
He reaches out for his phone and turns off the music and instantly, the room becomes quiet... eerily quiet. It gives him goosebumps. However, instead of being usually horrified, he basks on it. In each second, it loudens that he can't hear anything but his own thoughts and simmer through his dilemma.
Hoseok heard Yoongi's notification pinged at the same time his phone vibrated. He then looked at his phone and asked.
"Did you also receive the message?"
Yoongi simply nodded but pocketed his phone away, eyes already on his music app. However, he knew that the older couldn't concentrate. Not with the uneasy drumming of his fingers or the dazed look on his eyes, as if his mind was preoccupied on something.
"I'm sorry of my attitude." He regretted being passive aggressive to the man. He knew it's the reason why Namjoon ousted himself from recording. Feeling sorry, he couldn't bear leave Yoongi. But still, he was annoyed with the older. And with the passing hour, his annoyance grew.
He really couldn't fathom why Yoongi had been distancing himself from her. No matter how many times he wandered to such thoughts, his heart clenched, and something ticked on his head. He couldn't believe what his Yoongi hyung was doing. He had everything he wanted yet the older was letting it slip through.
