Fractured Time [ Yoongi • ff ]

Tuesday - 0

• Tuesday •

A filler day.

I spent the whole of yesterday thinking about him.

The harder I thought, the more details I could remember.
His hair was a shade of mint green and his skin was porcelain, clear.

I picked a new flower, from the garden greeting my house, and walked along the street.

I had a feeling these flowers were going to be important for me this week.

There was no longer a queue of cars across the road I usually cross.

But still, even then, I decided to take 'the other way' again.

I call it 'the other way' as it isn't worthy of a name with effort.

Would he be there today?

It was around the same time as yesterday.

Tuesday 8:32 am.

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I chose to go 'the other way' again.

To see him.

If he was there-

He was.

He looked more awake this time. No longer was his arm lifting up his head but writing in a journal, or was it a school book?

I looked at him for a while.

Creepy? Maybe, but I couldn't drag my eyes away.

I was oblivious to the cars beeping as they waited in line, controlled by the red light ahead. Oblivious to the mountains of people climbing over each other in a frenzy to get free.

I was oblivious to Time.

For the first time in my life, Time didn't control me.

He did.

The way he stood out like a sore thumb in the crowd. Sitting alone, minding his own business and numb to the space around him.

Looking at him made me calm.

I wanted to spend my whole Tuesday simply observing.

But through time, I was moved on again by the crowd.

I hate crowds. And Time.

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