Darkness.
Nothingness.
These are the two things I have come to know. They might be terrifying, but I find comfort in them. There's nothing for me to remember. No worries, no responsibilities.
I am free.
Free from pain. Free from suffering.
I remember I suffered a lot. That I had gone through some traumatic things, but I can't remember what they were.
Then curiosity fell upon my mind. What did I sacrifice? How did I get to this place? This shadow...
Glimpses of a man with pale hair filled my thoughts.
And then I remembered.
I remembered the pain in my chest the feeling of drifting away from Yoongi as I had held him one last time.
The more I remembered the more power I felt. The more I knew where I was.
I was in my friend's mind.
Confused at what I was seeing, or was I even seeing them? Were these my eyes?
These are Yoongi's eyes.
I needed to communicate and tell him I was still here. Still alive.
He had to have known like he knew when he found me melted to that bench in the library.
I saw him rebuild the library. Help so many people.
The world was changing, and no one knew I still existed in it.
I forced myself to make him see me. To warn him of my existence.
But I was just doing him more damage. Making him feel insane.
He kept repressing me. Forcing me to not have a voice out of fear.
Fear is the strongest emotion, but then, she showed up.
I could feel how he felt for her.
Love.
Love is stronger then fear, for love can be frightening amongst many other things.
Finally, because of her... I could communicate. As he acknowledged me in his room as I was on the couch the city-scape beautiful through the window behind me, instead of telling him I was still alive I wanted to help him instead. Give him advice.
Maybe my time in this world is over. Maybe all I should do is guide him when he needs it most. The ghost in his mind.
Then I was sucked back into darkness. But this time it felt cold. I felt alone. I don't know how long I've been here. But I didn't like it. I was scared, confused.
Alone.
...
I opened my eyes to see Jimin and Tae looking down on me as I was lying on the table. They looked different then when I had last saw them before entering my mind into Yoongi's.
Before I could even make sense of that I had to ask them.
"Did Yoongi make it back?" They seemed to not understand my question.
The woman came into view. Her silver eyes captivating.
"Yoongi's fine" she said. Her voice was so soothing in the strangest way. I felt strongly for her even though I didn't know her. Confused I looked around.
This wasn't the rebel lab.
Then things started to make sense. I realized that Tae and Jimin looked different because time had passed since then. I remembered what I had experienced In Yoongis mind. Perhaps my strong feelings towards this woman was because I had shared his mind. But for how long?
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