Fractured Time [ Yoongi • ff ]

Sunday - 0

• Sunday •

Sunday. The last day.

The smell of flowers is prominent today.

I take my last one for this week.

Looking at it more closely, the delicate petals bend between my fingers.

I don't know much about flowers so I couldn't name what type it was.

Although it looked quite plain. Just small white petals surrounding a soft yellow core.

It was nice to look at though, I didn't really admire flowers that much.

When I was younger, my mum used to tell me that the prettiest flowers got picked first-

but I never agreed with that.

Just take this flower for example.

This flower looked pretty to me and I had picked it last.

Why am I thinking about that now?

• • •

I was early today.

He still wasn't there.

I predicted as much.

Maybe he doesn't come here on weekends.

Or maybe he only came this week because he had to like I did on Monday.

This time I stood at the lonely table with a broken pen in my hand.

Now this isn't going to stay here so if I write something embarrassing, it'll be gone when I relive this week.

One simple word should do.

And I feel as though "Time" is relevant.

So I carve it into the table, in small letters under the word "song"

Not that anyone would notice because it won't be here for long anyway.

It was more for my benefit.

To make me feel like I had actually made some sort of communication this week.

Even though I hadn't really.

Now it just looks like someone has wrote " song time" on the table.

That was less poetic than I thought it would be.

• • •

After spending the day doing close to nothing, it came the time to go back.

I placed my hand into my pocket and sealed my fingers around the seven squished flowers that were inside.

I looked at myself in the reflection of my bathroom mirror and thought about that Monday morning.

Focusing on the cars queuing impatiently and the soft winds of the morning hitting my face.

I felt myself become slightly numb and lightheaded so I knew it was working.

I have traveled back in time before, on multiple occasions, but only because it enjoyed how it was so weird and unusual.

I don't know why me and my Grams can travel back in time.

I don't even know how it is possible.

But there have always been rules that she has taught me to follow.

We are incapable of traveling into the future, as Grams says it isn't destined yet.

I can't travel back in time to before I was born, because then I would most likely not exist 'to go back in time.'

And I can't stop people from dying or try to alter any important events as it is deemed 'dangerous' by Grams.

Which is what you want mainly want time travel for in the first place.

My head continued to spin and my ears closed off to any sounds available.

Until everything stopped spinning and silence filled the empty space in my head.

I began to hear the beeping of car horns and feel wind brush past me.

I opened my eyes and I was looking at myself in the window of a car opposite me.

My hands were no longer gripping seven flowers in my pocket, only one.

It was Monday. Another beginning.

• • •

A/n~
Finally the actual time travel!
From this point on there will be actual interactions with Yoongi and this is where the plot "thickens" as they say.

I hope you guys enjoy!

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I am in the process of re-reading the chapters of "Who am I?" So that I can get back into writing the better chapters for it again ( I just have a feeling I'm loosing the style a little and that it has started not to match the earlier chapters ) so I hope you guys don't mind :)