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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On my last breath, I remember the small smile on his lips and his deep gentle voice ringing in my head lovingly whispering on not to worry for he'll surely come after...
- Memory Journal: The Merchant page 15 –
With sleep lidded eyes, Dal-rae wakes up to a gloomy lighted room. She stares through the ceiling, squinting, questioning herself, as she can't remember how and why she is here.
Her own bedroom.
'Was everything a dream?'
No. Everything was too real for merely a dream.
She met Yoongi again. They talked and forgiveness to each other's mishaps took a great weight from her burdened heart. The confirmation of their feelings and the start of new beginnings. Then...
A lightning sting flashes through her vision. It's as if there is something that she misses.
She looks around and gets dizzy. She sweats, trickling freezing sensations on her skin. The heater must be broken for she can feel discomfort of coldness seeping through the duvet. Curious, for she had embraced it long ago. In fact, with coldness she feels normalcy. It's a thing she had accepted, for her decision had always led her to a future devoid of warmth. It's tentacles had become her comfort. Yet now, a slightly lower temperature makes her feel so empty.
Not bothering to stand to see what's wrong at the thermostat, she instead closes her eyes and curls up to a fetal position, hugging herself, mind still tracking back to what happened.
Then she remembers them – Seokjin, Jimin, Jungkook, and Taehyung and a whole bunch of memories they had awakened. Moments that let her peek through a different side of things.
She remembers it all, as if they happened just a day before, so clear and vivid... except of course of Taehyung's past. His never changed. He's been always off and cruel in her memories, so much opposite to who and what he is now.
Kim Taehyung.
"Did Taehyung have anything to do with the accident?" Yoongi's question echoes like a constant reminder.
She never expected Yoongi to ask that question. It staggered her. How come Yoongi asked such a thing? Does he know something? On the last dinner date they had made sure that Taehyung didn't have any clue at all. Perhaps Taehyung mentioned something that lead Yoongi to come up with such hypothesis? But if Yoongi ever suspected the younger for anything, she thinks he wholly thought wrong. However, she couldn't correct him. Not when all she could think is the empty orbs of her sister as she laid lifeless on the hood of the car, through the shattered windshield... the splattered blood all over with the iron bars pierced through her fathers' bodies at the backseat... and the blazing fire after. The horrors and the guilt of surviving the crush with just minor wounds always make her crazy. Because if not for soul swap, that very night, she should have gone along with them.
