Tomorrow, still Today| (Kim Taehyung)

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-"Show me a hero and I'll write you a tragedy"-

F. Scott Fitzgerald

I don't know, how long I'm sitting here. I don't know, since when the tears haven't stopped flowing down my skin.

My cheeks are hot from the warm tears and I don't even bother wiping them away.

I still shake, hanging my head low as I try to get a grip on myself. But I somehow can't.

And I know, that the reason is not only, because Taehyung is in so much pain. Pain, the pills are doing to him, pain he's doing to himself, pain the nurses have put him in his head.

Because everything is wrong. And Kim Taehyung did not kill his brother.

It's absolute silent in the room. I'm listening to my breathing, at least I'm thinking so. My breathing resembles Taehyung's next to mine.

I can feel his breath on top of my head as I'm still sitting in front of him, not letting him go.

My eyes clench again, as I can't do anything. As I couldn't do anything.

It's silent for the next few seconds until I feel my hand being squeezed lightly. I lift my head slowly and hesitantly to meet Taehyung's gaze right on mine.

He's wide awake and his dried eyes stare into mine deeply, his mouth a little agape. My breath stops completely, as I want to say so much right now but I can't.

But he doesn't seem to notice, because his hand touches my face softly, touching my tears on my skin. I barely feel anything but my heart surely does. I watch him as he's doing that and try my best to hide my sobs as his fingertips touch my lips softly with furrowed eyebrows.

It's bleeding but I don't care. It doesn't hurt nearly as much. Another tear escapes my eyes but he catches it on it's way.

His eyes are somewhat confused, shocked and pained on mine.

"Stop... crying...", he whispers as his thumb grazes my cheek, leaving shivers behind.

"I'Im...", I can't get it out and close my eyes again, opening to see Taehyung's concerned eyes on mine. It breaks my heart.

Don't be worried about me. I worry about you so much.

"I'm so sorry...", I mutter out but he catches it and simply continues looking down at me. And then he slowly reaches behind himself and I frown a little but he simply takes my hand softly and puts something in it.

I glance down, eyes fluttering when I see a tissue inside my hand.

When I look up, I see his lips hesitantly tugging upwards. An attempt of smiling. And although my heart races, I can't bring myself to smile back.

"Stop crying, please", he whispers again and before I know it, he tugs my hand slightly upwards and moving to the side of his bed, leaving some space.

I look at him, not knowing what he's doing when I meet his eyes, that are somewhat comforting on mine.

I take a shaky breath, trying to get rid of the feeling when he simply tugs me upwards again and I slowly climb onto his bed, next to him.

I try not to let my breath hitch when he inches a little closer to my lying form, not letting me out of his gaze.

I meet his eyes and blink my annoying tears away. Seriously, he had to go through all of this pain and here I am, crying. I should be stronger than that.