Nyctophilia [Yoongi/suga]

The Park

Depression?
It's like drowning
But everyone you see is breathing

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Friday 8 October, 11:00pm

I grabbed my black leather jacket and put it on as I exited my one bedroom apartment. It was already late which was good. I was one of those kind of people that preferred the darkness, that embraced it.

Many people wear black and say they love the darkness. But loving the darkness is not wearing the darkest clothes you can find. It is not if your room is all black. It is if you go out at night to go on strolls for hours on end. It is when people think you are a freak because you only want to play on the playground when it rains and is cloudy at age 7. It is when you are not scared and tense because it is dark, but are relaxed because of how you blend in with the darkness, and how people walk past you as if you aren't there, how it is silent on the streets, how there is not a sign of life at the park with beautiful trees and lakes that glisten in the moonlight.

I walked down the cobbled path only hearing my breathing and my footsteps. I walked and walked to wherever my feet were taking me, I didn't mind though, because I was calm.

After an hour or so of walking I found myself in front of a beautiful park. I stood beside the tall, black fence gates and pushed them open. I looked at the sign on the corner,
Moonlight Gardens.

I slowly walked in and examined the tall cherry blossom trees that were blowing lightly in the wind. Some of their delicate pink petals were being blown off and landed on the damp grass.

As I continued walking down the narrow path I noticed a lake to the left. I walked over and found a beautiful aqua coloured lake that reflected moonlight off it like a mirror. It had a stunning waterfall to the right of the lake which made a soft splashing noise.

I finished admiring the lake and walked over to one of the trees and sat down. I looked at the other side of the lake and saw a boy around my age. What is he doing here?

He was looking at me and we made eye contact, but none of us broke it. So I sat there looking at the boy. He had black hair which covered some of his eyes. He looked tired, not because he hasn't had enough sleep, but tired of life.

We both sat there staring at each other in our own thoughts for a long time till I realised the sun was coming up.

We both got up at the same time and gave each other one last look. I've never met him before, but just by looking at him and studying him, I can tell he is similar to me, lonely, and tired of life.

Authors Note
This was my first fan fiction I ever wrote so ... it's shit bahahahahah