The Stigma of a Butterfly

Part IV

"I see ocean, I see desert, I see the world. Everything is the same thing, but with a different name. It's life again"

I sat on the edge of the 20 feet  high pier, with my feet dangling in the air, the serene and peaceful ocean beneath me, crashing it's calm waves onto the shore.

3 days, I thought.

3 days since my sister had died and I had committed murder.

1 day since I was out of jail.

1 day since the fight.

The fight that tore all of us apart...

****

24 hours ago -

I looked up, a little surprised that the police officer was unlocking my handcuffs and leading me towards the exit of the police station.

There, standing right next to the station doors, was Jimin, a sad smile on his face.

Of course.

As usual, they had sent Jimin to bail me out.
But I completely ignored him and walked out, only to find the others there, waiting.

Waiting for who? Me? Couldn't be... They couldn't even pick up a damned call... I thought bitterly.

Crossing past them, I visibly tensed when Jungkook took a hold of my hand and called out to me.

"Hyung?"

And then?

All hell broke loose.

I burst out and let my emotions get the best of me.

I blamed them for not picking up the phone.

I blamed them for not being there when I needed them the most.

I blamed them for everything.

I could've stopped.

I should've stopped.

But by then, the argument had far grown.

Things we had all apparently moved on from, resurfaced and by the time the yells and shouts subdued, everyone had gone their own way.

All of us were hurt, too caught up in our own problems.

No one the bigger person.

It was clear though.

We had broken apart; to never come back again; to never be fixed again.

And it was all my fault.

****

Present -

I looked out into the ocean, thinking about the message I had received this morning from Jin Hyung.

' Jungkook met with an accident '