Raw Marks | KOOKV✓

Chapter 33

Trees have always been a good source behind everything possible. They selflessly gave every last bit of themselves to humans, but did anyone ever notice the toll it took every month or year? Those green pretty leaves slowly began to lose their color, then turned into a different shade of existence. And afterward, they crumbled down from the tree in silence

The air was still and heavy as Taehyung observed the tree nearby. His face, usually composed, was a mess of emotions, a storm reflected in the depth of his dark eyes. He watched with a kind of bemused sadness, noticing how the leaves, once so vibrant, now faded and fell, leaving the branches bare and exposed "Just like us" he murmured to himself, his voice barely audible "We crumble down in our depths of sadness, just like those leaves"

He sighed deeply, his breath catching slightly as if he was trying to hold back more than just air "If only we could grow back, just like the leaves" he thought bitterly "If only we had a reset button, something to revive us and make us whole again" These thoughts tumbled through his mind, one after another, relentless and uninvited

Taehyung sat by the window, his knees drawn to his chest, fingers trembling slightly as they held the burning cigarette. He took a deep drag, the smoke swirling into his lungs, filling him with a temporary numbness. The cigarette found its way back to his lips occasionally, each drag a desperate attempt to find peace in the black smoke. As he exhaled, the smoke mingled with the cool night air, creating a haze around him. A single tear threatened to escape from his tired eyes, but he forced it back. That tiny droplet, carrying a lifetime of unshed emotions, remained trapped within him, a testament to his stubborn resilience

His eyes, red-rimmed and sore, stung from the strain of holding back tears. His head throbbed constantly, a dull ache that seemed to match the rhythm of his broken heart. The pain in his limbs was a mere shadow compared to the agony that gripped his chest. The wind blew through the open window, lifting the thin curtains and causing them to flutter like ghosts in the dim light. The bedroom was a chaotic landscape of destruction. Scattered glass glittered like diamonds on the floor, tables and chairs lay in disarray, the phone lay broken and silent and flowers, once full of life, now lay spattered and tram Even the pillows had been torn apart in his rage

Taehyung, usually so calm and composed, had lost his temper today. The memories of the day's events were like sharp needles, pricking at his consciousness, sending jolts of pain to his heart and tears to his eyes. But he didn't want to cry anymore; he was too exhausted. He had spent hours screaming, his voice raw, his eyes burning from the tears he had already shed

The scene on the street replayed in his mind, a relentless loop of pain and confusion. He had barely made it home, driving on autopilot, his vision blurred by tears. He had almost crashed several times, his desperation to reach the sanctuary of his home driving him forward. Still in his office clothes, he had stumbled through the door, his mind a chaos of emotions. He had screamed, his voice echoing through the empty house, a raw, animalistic cry of pain and frustration. He had cried harder than he ever had before, his body shaking with the force of his sobs. He had run to his room, tearing it apart in a fit of rage and despair. The pain, disgust, anger, fear, and vulnerability penetrated through him, each emotion amplifying the others until he was a raw nerve, exposed and bleeding

It had taken hours for the storm inside him to subside, for him to finally reach for the box of cigarettes and settle down by the window. Now, he sat there, almost calm, almost blank. His eyes followed the movement of the leaves outside, swaying gently in the breeze. The room was silent, a stark contrast to the chaos that had erupted earlier. But it was a silence that existed only in his mind. In reality, the persistent buzzing of his phone filled the air, the screen lighting up with messages from Jungkook. Each buzz was a reminder that the world outside still existed and still demanded his attention, even when he felt like he had nothing left to give