speak | taehyung

nineteen: you hate it when i watch you cry

It was cold. The air was damp and my jacket was slowly absorbing the downpour. But it was peaceful.

I didn't care about the rain or the thunder which seemed to rock every living creature but me, I just wanted to see you. You left me a message: meet me at the shop @ 12. So, there I was wearing my Papa's old rain jacket, wandering in the empty darkness as water began to soak into my tshirt.

Once I reached the shop I saw you on the floor. You looked dead, like the day I found you on the streets. I panicked at first. I ran to your side.

But then you smiled.

"It's okay," Your voice was thin and featherlike and almost inaudible.

"You're not okay," I lifted your chin forcing you to look at me. I winced.

Red. Blue. Black. And Green. You looked like you were used as a human punching bag. You were alive, but the dark circles which bordered your eyes and the prominent bruises splattered across your cheeks, made you appear lifeless in front of me.

"I'm not okay," You broke down, "I just don't want you to see me cry."

"Taehyung." And you knew what I meant when I said your name. So you wept and wept and wept. Your mother's name, your father's name, your sister's name. You said it all in between the sobs. I didn't want to ask what happened. I wasn't curious at all as to why you were so torn up. I just hoped you would still have the will to live, because you were so broken. I didn't want to lose you.