the thirteenth | kim taehyung

prologue

ANABELLE'S POV

         It had been weeks since my sister has mysteriously died. I looked up from my dinner plate, seeing that my parents were still mourning. There was something about their eyes that signaled depression, it was like a firework without sparks, a rose without color.
I remember how she would always tell me stories about her grand adventures when I had trouble falling asleep. I missed the family nights we had, the four of us together. I tried not to think too much about it. Unfortunately, each time I would fail and wonder, how did this happen to her? All I knew was that she was with her boyfriend, Taehyung.

          What I noticed, however, was that he has disappeared after her death. It was like my sister had meant nothing to him, as if she were just a toy he had grown sick of. He didn't attend the funeral or leave flowers by her grave, not to mention visit it. I always knew there was something off about him. The way he kissed her with his eyes open, the way he held her with no protection, the way he looked at her with no affection. Did he even love her?
I vowed to my late sister, I will find you, Kim Taehyung.