i noticed you were cautious with me lately. looking at me as if i would break at the touch of your hand.
the nightmares continued and so did your habit of staying with me every night.
but then your friends got tired of you ditching them all the time so i asked you to stop being with me 24/7.
"it's not like i'm gonna die or anything if you won't be with me."
you looked unsure but gave in nonetheless. you always did.
and so it was a saturday night, you went out with your friends and i went to bed with full on anxiety.
did I mention i used to get panic attacks sometimes before sleeping?
because of the fear of going through the cycle again. the horror scarring me every night.
you suddenly got a call while you were at the movies.
because i wasn't at home nor was i at yours or anywhere near the neighbourhood.
i was missing.
you made up an excuse to your friends and ran to find me. searching through every park and every street.
and you finally did, in a dark alley.
"he's gonna kill me."
i kept repeating that sentence. it was nothing new since i did it all the time.
because every time i went to sleep, i used to dream about a faceless man following me everywhere with a knife.
you yelled at me to wake up.
"come back to your senses. there's no one here."
when i finally did, i had no idea how i ended up in that alley.
but i was so happy to see you taehyung.
and while i cried, you kept whispering in my ear about how everything was okay.
you couldn't have been more wrong.
