LOST

Chapter 21

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Violence/mention ofkidnapping/foul language/Minor Character Death(Future chapter)
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   There was something in the silence around him that made him feel uneasy. Granted, the silence allowed him to clear his thoughts – or at least sort through them. And walking the narrow dirt path usually helped. This was not the case this time. This time, the path brought with it more thoughts than he knew what to do with. His heart weighed heavy within his chest as it sank down to his stomach. No matter how many times he tried to convince himself this was the right thing to do., it always felt wrong.

As a gentle breeze blew past him, it brought with it a memory of her. It was like she was standing right next to him. The tropical fragrance that tangled with the breeze relaxed his mind. Wonho stood still, allowing the scent to embrace him. In that short moment, his heart felt a little lighter. Though his mind still fought with him to turn around and go back.

Continuing his walk, Wonho made his way to his hideaway. This place had once been a place from him to go to when his mind was filled with too many things. He would spend hours just sitting among the flowers, letting his mind fade into nothing. Since Ahri learned of this place, it hadn't felt the same. Now, it felt unknown to him. As he stepped in, he let out a breath. One last one. For her.

He took his time gathering the ingredients. With each flower he picked, he felt his heart shatter. As the water began to boil, he felt his anger grow. There were only certain things he regretted. He regretted losing those he cared about. Regretted meeting Ahri and showing her this place. Regretted leaving Ji-Yeon alone for so long. Everything was going exactly how Ahri had planned it.

"Dammit," Wonho said and slammed his fist into the ground.

He never imagined it going like this. Never imagined that he'd be doing this, making this, for someone. The eruptions of the water boiling over snapped him out of his thoughts quickly. But he soon found himself lost in thought again as he stared into the blue liquid. Once the water settled leaving it with a metallic sheen. He felt drawn to it. Its twinkle with the light that emitted from outside seemed to call out his name.

It was like the world around him had come to a grinding halt. The stillness of the place would have been enough to give anyone chills. However, Wonho had become so entranced with the liquid that his surroundings faded out of sight. His mind treaded down a dark path, bringing with it images of smoke, flames and the sounds of guns and screams in the distance. The flashes of white lights that broke through the smoke-filled streets.

As the images dulled to the back of his mind, Wonho found himself clenching his chest. His heart rapidly beating against his chest making him more anxious than he should be. He needed to get a hold of himself. The images felt real to him and held the key to his past as well as his future. Taking a few deep breaths, he tried to relax his mind.

He needed to focus on something other than the liquid before him. He needed to focus on getting a plan to get Ji-Yeon back before her fiancé or Vincent could get to her again. He leaned back on his wrists and let out a breath. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a small box full of paints. He smiled to himself as he rose to his feet. There were only four colors, red, blue, yellow, and white. As he placed the box next to the fire, he stood for a moment contemplating his next move.

If tonight really was the night that everything would be going down, then he needed to make sure that he would be ready. Even if that meant doing the thing he'd regret most of all. He took the small jar of liquid and held it lightly in his hands. No matter how many times he had done this. Holding it always made him nervous. He could feel his hands beginning to shake and his body trembled slightly with anticipation.