If You Love Me

Chapter 8: Not The Real Me

"Even if we're apart, I'll always be in your heart. And you'll always be in mine."

Those had been the final words he had said to you before you had lost everything. Before his last breath had been stolen as he collapsed in your arms, red staining your clothes as his heartbeat lay shallow against your racing one.

"Liar..." You clenched your fist.

He never meant what he said. His words were never sincere. Because now, as you stood before his stretcher, his gaze had returned to the cold and crisp one clouded with unfamiliarity.

You understood it then, that even as time would go on, that no matter how many tears you would spill, it would never amount to bring him back- to restore the world you had created together lead by happiness, endless smiles and songs laughter.

A time when the blossoming flowers of love hadn't withered and vanished into the wind and instead bloomed proudly with sweet scents and ethereal beauty.

But here you remained caught in the maze of love that lures you in with promise of happiness only to imprison you in to an endless suffering.

An eternity prized with a pool of your own endless tears.

Not smiles.

Not laughter.

Because only true love exists in works of fiction, an ideal world, a utopia- all of it a lie that's too good to be true.

It never depicted the longing one would feel as their chest ripped when their lover's hands had slipped from their grasp and vanished from the picture.

"What did you say?"

You gritted your teeth in anger as he dared to mock you, a photograph ringed between his fingers as he considered the image with detail. "I said you are a liar."

He laughs, head falling back as he shrugged. "And that means you aren't one yourself?" Bored, he tosses the image aside, allowing it to tumble to the ground.

"Besides..." He drags, gaze trailing to yours. "Who are you to draw conclusions when you never knew anything about me in the first place?"

You lowered your head, tears filling your eyes. "Yoongi please... Stop it. This isn't the you I know... This isn't the man I fell in love with." You croak. His mind was caught in a mist of confusion as you grabbed hold on his frozen hand, adopting it into your warm palm.

"Please," You begged, "Stop this and come back."

"Stop it Y/N..." He growls, jaw screwing tight.

"No. I won't! I won't ever stop until you promise me that you will try- that you promise me, here and now... That we'll go back to being us."

"STOP!"

He had been breathless, hands covering his ears as he shuddered uncontrollably. His voice had risen, a sound full of unfamiliarity as his vocal cords strained, orbs penetrating yours with melancholy. "Stop pretending like you understand me when you don't!"