people come and go. They leave you, forget you they just stop caring. but what if there was at least one person who would do anything to stay by your side ? what if that person actually did everything to stay with YOU? people come and go but he will...
" its true. " i simply say trying to hold all the words that are about to come out of my mouth.
Bomi looks at me with a curious expression trying to figure out what i mean.
" its true I am the old Jungkook. I am your bestfriend from the past." i finally spoke the words i tried to hide for the past 7 years.
her eyes widen even more. she beggins screaming, crying, ad screaming again. And im just standing there like the jerk I am and let her take it in.
Bomi stands up still sobing, breathing heavily with all her makeup run down beacuse of the tears she had shed. she comes closer to me and with shaking hands cups my face . she glances at my eyes a few times, her hand moves up towards my hair until i feel her fingers slowly ruffle through them while still staring at me through glass doll eyes. she then examines my lips, my skin and even my whole body...
her hands move down from my hair onto my back and she gives the tightest embrace, burying her face in my chest and closing her eyes while still sniffiling.
" why ?" she mumbles.
" why ?"
"why?"
and once again she is crying. At that moment i hug her back. This hug was so full of passion and pity.
she then stops crying and moves away from the embrace. Bomi simply standing in front of me expressionless.
" why ? " she says weakly.
" well .. " i scratch the back of my head.
" i couldnt reveal myself for the past 7 years... "
" why ? " she asks in a robotic tone.
" I've done something i regret ... i regretted it so much i tried committing suicide."
silence fell upon us like a blanket. we both stood there looking at each other , none daring to utter another word.
" I know all this time you thought i was dead. I know all this time you thought i died in a car accident with your dad... i know that..."
she cuts me off.
" is my dad alive ?" she breaks off not caring about what i had just said.
i shake my head. the weak pale girl in front of me suddenly collapses and passes out.
i force open my heavy eyelids. A gleaming light causes me to squint. the start to look around, i notice a black desk, red walls , a guitar in the far corner of the room and a black and white blanket draped over my body.
As i slowly move to get up, the bed starts shifting from side to side. Its a water bed... the person that lives here must me be rich.
now that i was in a sitting upright position, i easily notice a glamorous grey carpet contrasting with the white wooden panels beneath them.
and just like that i realise im in a unknown place. sudden footsteps begin emerging from the hall way behind the door of the increadibly rich well furnished room.
the door knob slowly turns, my instincts tell me to pretend that im still asleep and i do so.
the footsteps are slow but heavy. i can easily tell they belong to a male. the bed suddenly sinks because of the impact of the males weight, as he sits beside me.
for a few seconds i cant hear anything.
but then out of no where i feel a soft steady hand carress my cheek.
" im so sorry... im so sorry... " a soft voice speaks but i cant make out who it belongs to as , the voice is shaking and it speaks quietly, i think i can even hear sobbing and sniffling. Is the man crying ?
why is he saying sorry?
i then open my eyes as my curiousity takes the best of me. there i can see jungkook hugging himself and crying.
The memories of last night come flooding back.
Now i remember everything.
" jungkook..." i whsiper hesitantly.
his head turns immidiatly, and just stares at me with his big doe eyes which were still puffy from the cry.
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something has taken control of me. i automatically sit up and envelop my arms around his neck. i pull him to me so that hes laying next to me. we gaze into each others eyes.
" jungkook...."
" yes i know. i will tell you the whole truth i just need time..." he cuts me off.
" look I dont think we should be friends.." he says while he staring deeply into my soul.
i dont say anything. at this moment i dont know what right and wrong, whats real and whats fake.
" who are you ? " are the only words that come out from my mouth.
" i dont know myself .." he frowns.
" jungkook i think it may be better that we stay strangers. " i finally made my decision. He's right we cant be friends. I wouldnt be able to bare with it. that would mean im staying in the past when it took me a long time to move on.
I notice my bag in far corner of the room.
" i should get going." i simply say.
jungkook nods and walks to the corner of his room to collect my bag, he then walks me to the front door.
my heart drops. im going to lose him again .... NO. HES NOT THE SAME JUNGKOOK. HES DIFFERENT. HE DECIEVED ME. HE MADE ME THINK HE WAS DEAD FOR 7 YEARS. i have to let go..
As im about to leave, jungkook suddenly grabs my arm and pulls me into a tight embrace. he rests his head on my shoulder and whimpers.
" im honestly so sorry... i just had to... keep... it a secret. " he says with broken syllables which reflected the state of his heart...
" jungkook let go." i pull away.
his arms drop by his side.
Even im crying. but i have to be strong for both us. we both just need to become perfect strangers.
" goodbye jungkook." i say through watery eyes. i turn and start running. as soon as im out of his sight, i drop to the floor and sob.
