𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝑻𝒊𝒆𝒔 || 𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐅𝐅

~Ch-11~

~Depression is living in a body that fights to survive with a mind that tries to die~

Author's POV

The soft, ambient light filtered through the sheer curtains of Y/n's bedroom, casting a muted glow over her minimalist space.

At precisely 8:00 AM, her alarm buzzed, a sound that was more a reminder of routine than a jolt into the day. She opened her eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling before swinging her legs over the side of the bed with a fluid, practiced motion.

There was no sense of rush, no excitement in her actions. Today was just another day, despite the fact that her mother was getting married. She had no interest in the event, nor any affection for the people involved.

Y/n's room was a reflection of her personality: stark, simple, and efficient. The monochrome color scheme was broken only by a few personal items - a couple of framed photographs and a small, potted plant on her desk.

Slowly, she rose from her bed, her movements deliberate and unhurried. She glanced at the mirror, her reflection as cold and unyielding as the expression she wore

She dressed quickly, pulling on a pair of black jeans and a plain white T-shirt. A leather jacket and her favorite combat boots completed the look, adding to her tomboyish demeanor.

Her dark hair was pulled back into a high ponytail, every strand in place.

The house was eerily silent as she made her way downstairs. Her mother had already left for the salon, preparing for her big day.

Y/n scoffed at the thought, shaking her head as she grabbed an apple from the kitchen counter. The emptiness of the house was a reminder of her isolation, but it was a feeling she had grown accustomed to over the years.

Her mother's indifference and her father's absence had taught her to rely on herself and no one else.

The crisp morning air greeted her as she stepped outside. She decided to go to the Han River, a place she often visited to clear her mind. Today, more than ever, she needed the solace it offered.

The streets were quiet as she walked, her boots echoing against the pavement. She had no friends to accompany her, no one to share her thoughts with.

The crisp morning air was a welcome change from the stifling atmosphere of her home. She walked with a purposeful stride, her thoughts drifting back to a guy.

She often wondered if he thought about her as much as she thought about him.

He had left abruptly, promising to return but disappearing without a trace. Despite the years that had passed, she still held onto the hope that they would find each other again.

The mystery of his whereabouts only deepened her resolve to keep searching.

Unbeknownst to her, he was in New York City, embroiled in the dangerous world of the mafia, just as desperate to find her as she was to find him.

The riverbank was quiet, the gentle lapping of the water providing a soothing backdrop to her thoughts. She found a secluded spot and sat down, drawing her knees to her chest.

The world seemed to fade away as she lost herself in memories of someone, their shared laughter, and the comfort of having someone who understood her.

Time slipped away as she sat by the river, lost in thought. She watched as the day unfolded, people passing by, the sun climbing higher in the sky.

It was a peaceful distraction, one that she desperately needed. It wasn't until she glanced at her watch that reality came crashing back in.

"Shit," she muttered under her breath. It was already 4:00 PM.