"The Sky is crimson again," Taehyung sighs as he sits on the bench beside my parked wheel chair.
The doctor had advised me to use a wheel chair for a week at the least. He talked about how easier the healing process would get if I don't strain much and so I obliged.
"Are you comfortable with sitting here? I mean like you don't really like this time," he asks.
"Yea it's alright, I need to overcome all this," I heave a sigh of relief . I was relieved, nothing was happening to me.
I wasn't crying, I wasn't scared neither did I want to go back inside. Somehow it had all come to peace. Maybe she was taunting me this whole time and I was relieved that she wasn't present.
Though a part of me felt burdened and at loss I din't want to leave this place.
I was going to start a new life, one I should've years ago but something had been pulling me back to that one memory I couldn't forget. It was so easy to not remember things but somehow this was unforgettable.
I'm sure everything was going to hurt. It wouldn't all just come to an end all of a sudden. The pain, the pressure, the nightmares and the ringing sound. But if I had to end it one day, I needed to start now. And will start from here.
Looking up to the sky wouldn't be that hard?
And so I did, I look up to the crimson sky, dark with it's ethereal beauty. The clouds were scattered and they appeared pink somehow, cotton candy like clouds. Somehow I had failed to notice all this earlier.
Maybe I had already missed a lot.
A shiver ran down my spine and I was reminded of all the times I had locked myself inside the walls of that room.
The only place I could run away to at that time. As I grew I only ran away to a much far away place.
But this time, it's different. I was usually alone in all this but now Taehyung's hands wrapped around my own told me that I wasn't alone, anymore and I din't need words to confirm that.
"Jennie you don't have to try so hard," he whispers.
I shake my head.
"Looking up at the sky isn't hard anymore," I smile.
"Jennie, don't force yourself, yea?"
"I'm not! It's alright, the clouds look good too..and I want cotton candy," I giggle.
"That was so random?!" He sighs.
"Hey! What should I do next? I'm confused," I look at Taehyung. I see him hesitate at first but then he smiles, "I'll help you..just go with the flow?! I mean I'm no expert either but just go with it and I know it's going to be hard now, earning, studying, taking care of others and of your own self, it's all going to be hard but I'll stick along," he assures.
"Also the taking care of yourself part, I'll take care of that," he says.
I feel my cheeks growing hotter and I look away.
As the sky goes from crimson to black my worries and anxieties are washed away.
"Funny how I wanted to take a walk and I'm not allowed to walk," I laugh.
"Hey! Don't worry you'll be back to normal in a few weeks and then you will be strong enough to kick Jungkook back to his senses," he smiles as he now escorts me back to the room.
"Oh Noona...you're back,"Jungkook says in the most uninterested tone as he continues to tap away on his phone.
"Yah! Go back home, we need rest for today..tomorrow is the funeral, we need to wake up early," I say.
"Nah I'm not going back alone, just go to sleep yea?" He doesn't look up.
"Whatever," I mutter.
"Uh you need to help me sit back up," I say to Jungkook. But being the best brother that he is he doesn't reply.
"I'll help," Taehyung moves in front of me. I stand on one leg as Taehyung lifts one of his hand and places it around his shoulder. I lean on to him as I now slowly sit on the bed. Taehyung arranges the pillows as I lean onto them. All the while Jungkook only sits smiling at his phone.
"Yah! Kook?! What have you been smiling at?" I shout.
"Noona, stop with the shouting and I have stuff to do tonight..I'm staying over at a friend's place bye!" He shouts as he leaves the room. Taehyung and I just stare at the door, processing everything. Jungkook just speaks too fast.
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Crimson Sky| Taennie
Fanfiction"Ah yes?" "You don't like this time of the day right?" He asks. "No," I look away. He knew it? "Don't lie, you always spent the evenings locked up inside your room," he mutters. "Okay I don't like it," I say. "Why?" He asks. Shouldn't he know tha...
