Dark Skies

Sense of Ecstasy

I woke up to feel myself wrapped in someone's embrace.

A sweet smell engulfed me as I nuzzled closer into whomever was holding me. I didn't mind who it was, nor did I know who it was. All I could understand was that I felt safe in the arms of this person. And I liked that feeling. The feeling of not being completely alone. Like the light at the end of a dark tunnel or the only star shining in the sky. Or a street light, illuminating the dim roads and providing a sense of awareness for the passers by. It felt like home. Like belonging.

A sense of ecstasy washed over me. I hadn't felt this way since the last time I was with...

Jimin

My eyelids fluttered open and adjusted to my surroundings. A flash of vibrant orange darted across my eyelids, as if it was a warning sign but I ignored it.

I was on the floor of what seemed to be my bedroom. The room was dark and the curtains were drawn. I could see shards of glass littered around my room and bedsheets strewn across the floor. As I looked down to study myself I realised that I was completely naked. Not a single piece of clothing to conceal my fragile body. I became self aware and uncomfortable. What if this person was judging me? What if they were going to hurt me? What if I was...a disappointment? Maybe I wasn't pretty enough, good enough? Maybe they had "seen it all before."

My thoughts dissolved as I began to notice the impairments on my skin.

A large bruise decorated my left thigh. It was a multitude of hues, colours that shouldn't be on human flesh. An array of grey's and purples and blues patterned it, making sure that it didn't go unnoticed from the watchful eye.

Trailing off from that, a long cut ran across my leg. It was deep, but not deep enough to need stitches. However it looked fresh and thick blood coated it, some trickling down the back of my ankle making me aware of it's presence.

Large red marks travelled their way up my hips and towards my collarbone where something dark purple was coming into shape. I let out a short gasp and tried to pull myself up my eyes directly meeting,

Park Jimin

His dark brown eyes stared back at me whilst he cradled me. They were full of pity and understanding, but they also looked somewhat tired and beyond that... angry.

There was a gold spark flickering, just enough to see, slowly fading in and out. You had to really focus to see it, but this was familiar to me. The spark to let you know he was there and that he was listening. That he was aware of his surroundings and aware of you. It shone not too much, but not enough.

The sound of his heartbeat was synchronised with mine and every time he breathed out I could feel it on my eyelashes.

I didn't realise I was crying until I felt the warm teardrops slide down my cheeks and land on my chest. My breathing became rapid and I scrambled away from him, trying to find a way out. I felt as if the walls were closing in on me.

As soon as I stood up and began to take a step forwards, the room spun and my knees buckled in on me and I fell towards the floor bracing myself for the hard impact that would shake my body.

It didn't come.

Instead I found myself once again, wrapped in his arms.

I nuzzled myself into his chest and began to sob.

He gently sat on the floor and layed me on his lap, running his hands through my hair and down my face. His fingers trailed along the defined bridge of my nose and across my plump,cut lips until he pulled away and rested his hands at either side of my face.  

"It's okay, I've got you now" he spoke softly.

"It's okay, there's no need to be afraid" he began to sing in harmony.

"It's okay, people come and people go" he stroked my cheek.

"But I just wanted to let you know" He reached out and pulled my hand up to his, intertwining his fingers with mine.

"You're safe in my arms and in yours I will stay" I closed my eyes.

"Until the end of time" he sang.

"Until the very last day..." he finished, kissing my forehead.