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Namjoon, remember when i walked out of the bathroom with my head hanging low trying to cover my red puffy eyes. You came over and lifted my head whispering,
'Haven't i told you before, stop crying, you look better when your happy.'.
I smiled at what you said. You always knew how to make me happy.

You grabbed my hand and took me to your mum. You gave her my hand and nodded your head with a smile. Me still left in the dark. Your mum took me to her room and sat me down at her desk. Scattered with various instruments that I was yet to know of, with jewellery such as rings, watches and necklaces. She started putting some make-up on me and played with my hair.

She twisted it into a braid like flower crown that wrapped the circumference of my head, my hair was short for a female so it accentuated my hair. She clapped her hands afterwards, spinning me to the mirror. I didn't want to look. I didn't want to see the scars. I looked. She hid the scars. I almost cried from relief but mostly happiness.

She passed me two little bottles of liquid both my skin colour, one a little thicker then the other. Smiled and I thanked her. I slowly pondered down the stairs to see you in the living room. You sat in 'your' seat, pushing tight against the wall next to the window, because you lived stargazing. I sat  but beside you. You brung me into a bear hug repeating these words over,

'Please don't cry again, you dont know how much it hurts me to see you so hurt and not being able to do anything'.

with that, a single tear fell down.

I regret it...

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