So far away - MYG x Reader [Completed]

Tick Tock

*ring ring*

Y/N: Hello?

YG: Uhh.. Hey, Y/N.

Y/N: So I guess it worked, right?

YG: I think it did. I saw you in my dream.

Y/N: Yeah. Whoa. I honestly did not expect it to work.

YG: There was a room with grey walls and bl-..

Y/N: .. black couches yes.

YG: Fuck. This is really weird. I don't know how to feel about it.

Y/N: I know, it's crazy.

*silence*

YG: Wh-..How? How did you do that?

Y/N: I didn't do anything. I just... had this theory...

YG: I don't like it.

I almost dropped the phone from my hand. The harsh tone he used... so insensitive... so blunt it made my heart ache.

YG: I am sorry. I really don't like the things I can't understand and the things I have no control over.

*silence*

YG: It was nice meeting you and you are a sweet girl, but I will never do this again. It's freaking me out.

*silence*

YG: ... Are you there?

Y/N: Yes.

YG: Thank you for your letters, your support means a lot. Stay healthy and take care of yourself. Bye.

Y/N: ...Bye.

I didn't know which feeling was stronger. The deep sadness that he just rejected me with such ease or the blooming glimmer of happiness inside that I actually saw him and interacted with him. I understand. Yes, it's crazy. Yes, it's enigmatic. It's true. But...

Ah, who am I kidding... there is no "but". I would do the same if I were him.

I spent many hours in my bed, staring at the ceiling, reliving the moments. But I couldn't shake the feeling I had hearing his voice saying "bye". It was echoing in my head. The pressure of an irreversible goodbye. A forever and ever farewell. Sitting on my chest, cracking my bones, stomping on my heart, squeezing my lungs, leaving me out of breath.

I could only survive by clutching on to the ghost feeling of his hand holding mine. Telling me he was going to come see me anytime. "Anytime".

He was real, he was there. He was anything I could have ever wished for.

"This is really cool, so you can change anything here, huh? We should redecorate."

He smiled.

A bitter memory of a sweet smile I would never see again. Not directed to me.

"Maybe a garden, some hammocks" He slurped air as he touched his chin with his index finger, thinking profoundly about design ideas.

Maybe if there was a garden he wouldn't have said goodbye. A big garden with pretty roses. Pretty roses with thorns. Just like him.

I skipped breakfast, I skipped lunch.

I was maybe trying to take revenge on myself.