Fractured Time [ Yoongi • ff ]

Wednesday - 0

• Wednesday •

I'm starting to be thankful that Wednesday is a filler day.

I used to brush it off as an unneeded day...
but now I find myself being grateful that there is one more day in a week.

To see him again.

Should I walk along his side of the street today?

I don't even know him...yet being in a world full of busy distractions, I feel as though he understands the length of Time.

Like I do.

At the end of the week, I'll go back and relive it all again.

I've been remembering to pick up flowers each day as a routine incase I needed to go back again.

Grams says that picking up a flower each day is easier than having to find something individual for that specific day.

She says if I pick up a flower each day and put them in my pocket, at the end of the week I can hold all of them and return to any point in time within the week that I want.

Having Grams has made the whole "Time Travel" thing a lot easier.

Having to look at my reflection and think back to a point in time with something related to that time in hand, makes traveling back in time complicated.

But Grams helps me.

• • •

Monday is the only day I have classes early, yet I got up at the same time yesterday so I could see if he would be sitting there, alone again.

Why is he alone?

Does he find it peaceful?

I'm getting up early again today to do the same.

See if he's there.

• • •

The day is bright.

Warmth leaking in through the keyhole as I place my key in and turn it.

The day is bright.

Grabbing a flower and placing it with the other two in my pocket, I crossed to walk on the opposite side of the street.

Should I say hi to him and sit down?

Would he be mad if I interrupted his morning?

I wonder where he goes to school.

It can't be my school, otherwise he would be in the relentless crowd with me.

But he's alone.

I should talk to him?

Worst comes to worst, I can just relive the day and choose the smarter option.

• • •

I will admit, this side of the street is less dense.

Seeing the sun shine through the shop sign from this angle hindered my confidence.

He was more mesmerising up close.

I can't talk to someone so serene.

Someone so pretty.

So I stood apart from the convenience store, not daring to walk past.

I had time to spare.

It was Wednesday after all.

• • •

His mint blue hair fell into his face as he tapped his pen on the side of the table he was sat at.

He has sat in the same place for the past two days.

And again today.

Tapping his pen rhythmically as he concentrated on something.

There was no shelter over where he sat.

I noticed this after he looked up from seeing light rain land on his paper.

Oh no.

Is it going to rain heavily today.

I didn't bring an umbrella...

The shadow that the sign was casting grew and began to cover his glowing face in shade.

I assume a raincloud has covered the sun.

Rain began to lightly pour, getting faster and heavier as time ticked.

He looked up at the sky, looked back down at his papers, quickly gathered them together and packed them away before jumping out of his chair.

Keeping his head low, he walked towards me.

Oh no.

He looked up after seeing my small shoes in his line of path, made quick eye contact with me and then adverted his eyes and his line of path to avoid me.

Well I've ticked the box for eye contact now, right?

I swivel my head to turn back and watch him continue to speed walk down the street, passing the growing crowd holding bags over their heads due to their fear of rain.

It's just rain?

He looked back.

I'm not sure why.

We made eye contact once more and time felt elasticated.

Stretched as if it had drooped down in slow motion to allow me to admire his gaze.

He turned back around and disappeared into the crowd.

I love rain.

• • •