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T W O

The man followed the sound of the sobs. Lucky for him i always cried like there was a gale inside of me fighting to get out. He sat on the damp pavement right next to me and followed my gaze to the moon, saying nothing. I wiped my nose with my sleeve and glanced his way. "I always fail, Dad. Always. Why do you even bother?"

"Jungha, I was there when you came into this world. I know you, the real one inside, not the one you show the world. You're beautiful."

"But I rage, I get angry, I forget what you said and I mess up all over again"

He held her gaze, "I love you and that will never change. You are human like the rest of us and you make mistakes. You will continue to make them too, as do I. But what's so special about you is that you own them, feel the hurt and force the pain to make you better." My sobs had ebbed to a trickle and i took my Father's hand.

He gave it a gentle squeeze and together we walked back into the house.

My eyes open like two flashlight beams, eyes flung so wide each iris is a perfect orb of rusty chocolate. I held my blanket tighter.

I didn't notice a pair of tears raced down my cheeks.

"No, no, no, no."

The tears burst forth like water from a dam, spilling down my face. I feel the muscles of my chin tremble like a small child and I look toward the window, as if the light could soothe me.

There is static in my head once more, the side effect of this constant fear, constant stress I live with. I hear my own sounds, like a distressed child, raw from the inside.

"God, i miss you."

By day this cafe is the colour of supermarket oranges, it has that shiny look, and the jazz pours out of the open doors along with the aroma of fresh baked lasagne. But now that it's almost tomorrow and the light of the day has been replaced by the unrelenting blackness of night, the frontage is as grey as the smooth concrete sidewalk at Taehyung's feet. He take in a deep breath, before finally stepping inside.