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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"I know it was because of hyung. How about me, what do you think of me?" His eyes glimmered with hope and his lips tilted with something so certain.
- Memory Journal: The Last, page 10 –
The loud uncomfortable thumps of her heart pitter down to peaceful beats as soon as she pulls Taehyung inside. It's quite confusing and, above all, uncanny. However, with his hands still laced on hers, she can't keep herself from smiling. It's as if she's a child that just got her most beloved stuffed teddy bear.
"Are you hungry?" She lifts her gaze at his orbs. The way he graces her face with his deep penetrating look makes her blush. Not to mention the way her skin tingles and her belly churning with warmth that seeps through her center. But he won't know that. And once again, her heart jolts with joy.
"If I've known you would feed me, I shouldn't have eaten so much." A tease tilts his lips into a lopsided grin, eyes glinting in mischief.
Two can play the part, and so she teases back. "You should have known." She giggles after.
His eyes crinkle as his laugh resounds, husky, rich and chocolaty deep.
"Nevertheless, I'll still get you some snacks." She let go of his hands and immediately turns to her kitchen, humming.
Taehyung follows, landing a sensual kiss on her shoulder, hands wrapping on her waist, sending familiar zing on her skin, muttering how he needs to go to the toilet for a minute and promises to help her after. She just nods, trying hard not to show how that simple tenderness almost buckles her knees.
She has taken her favorite tortillas from the pantry. And while preparing the dip, a loud boom rocks the entire house, making her jump and scream. At the same moment, all the lights turn off, flooding everything with darkness.
"Taehyung!" She calls in a panic. Fear is crippling her in place. Was it an earthquake? A terrorist attack? The more she thinks of the possibilities, the more she becomes afraid. The darkness creeps like the horrors of her nightmares. It is a void that pulls her to a limbo of sorrow. The past lives freely swirled within her consciousness. All consuming. Drowning. She tightly closes her eyes, wanting to think of other things instead, but it's useless. It grips on her frozen legs and drags her slowly. She needs her savior.
Hands shaking on the bowl, she can't even let go, she cries again. "Taehyung-ah!"
With her fear she misses the water sloshing and his hurried steps to where she stands.
"I'm here Dal-rae-ah. Honey. I'm here." She flinches with cold moist hands on her upper arms but then sighs as she recognizes his deep worried voice. Her eyes open wide, but she can't see, making her shake all the more. "I'm here." He soothes. He attempts to move but she hugs him in still.
