rebirth + pjm

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15 May 2016 //

my friends start to laugh at the custard that splattered on my nose.

"yeonji what the heck, are you doing that on purpose?" hoseok laughs bringing his hand up to wipe the custard off my nose.
"if only it was tomato sauce." laughed namjoon.

"hey." i glared at him.

it was sunny outside so the squad thought of going to a burger place after school, only to find that it started raining as soon as we entered.

"exams are next week." sighed yoongi.

"aww man" taehyung joined.

i laughed at their childishness.

"how can you laugh in a time of crisis omfg." jin buried his head in his large hands.

i laugh again but there's a squeezing pain in my chest. its been like this since the day i knew how to feel emotions.
even when i feel happy there's always this empty gaping hole in my chest.
like there's a past i'm forgetting.
like there's someone i'm forgetting.

i looked down at my pinky and tried to determine whether or not it had something to do with these.

when i was 7 , mother told me the tale of the red thread of fate when i asked her what were the red threads tied around my finger.
she told me i was special to be able to see them.

a few days later, she passed away. my close relatives took me in for 10 years until they got involved in a car crash. no one took me in after because they'd fear they'd end up like my mother and my relatives. i started working and rented out an apartment.

i got a scholarship into a good school and met these dorks. i smiled to myself.

"heyyyyyyyyyyyyy yeonji issss youuuu deeeddd?" taehyung waved his hand infront of me.

"nahhhh" i laughed picking up my bag as the others did.

"good we thought you died there." yoongi joked.

we laughed as we exited the place. the rain had stopped and we all split up and made our ways back home. except i'm visiting mother's grave.

i laid the lilies i had bought on the way to the cemetery on my mothers grave.
i brushed the dust of the grave and began to pray.

mother, how are you doing? are you enjoying yourself?
im doing fine down here, my friends keep my mood up so you don't have to worry.
mother, i have yet to find the reason for my emptiness. nor have i found the people that are the end of my two threads.
i promise i'll be back with one of them soon.

i got up and made my way out of the cemetery, it was already dark.

exiting the cemetery i spot a winged figure sitting on a rock.

"it's late for a girl like you to be out at this hour, yeonji."