scissors 一 kth [completed] [1]

eight.

February 16th, 2016

2:10 PM

VII

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A few days after that, I met you at the park. You insisted that I get fresh air to clear my mind.

I agreed to go on a walk with you.

"Why do you like scissors so much?"

"They remind me of a painful memory, Taehyung. I'll tell you about it one day."

"Okay. But...If the memory's painful then why do you keep reminding yourself of it? With scissors."

"Memories are developed, born, lived, and remembered. They may fly away and leave a person not content, but when they come back a person may finally be content and at peace."

"Why at peace and content?"

"Content and at peace because they're finally able to let go. Let go of the strings tying them."

"It doesn't make sense."

"Maybe you'll get it one day. Maybe I'll finally be content one day too."

"Okay."

"You know, my mother once told me that memories are like birds. Birds are free flyers in the sky. But if their wings are damaged or tied to rocks they won't be able to. If something's not complete you probably won't be able to let go."

"I see."

"Oh! The magic number for memories too. My mother said it was 13 memories."

"Why 13?"

"I don't know. Maybe because the number's viewed differently by many people and so are memories?"

"13 memories huh. Interesting. Since you like it so much, let's have at least 13 memories."

Yeah, you said that.

"Sure."

But we failed.

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Hey guys. The story's about halfway/a bit over halfway done.

I'll cya in the next update

-Ji