fantôme / fátom / noun
in english : ghost
meaning : an apparition of a dead person which is believed to appear or become manifest to the living, typically as a nebulous image.
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°°you came into my life when it was masked by this veil of grey, fog...
(tHIS WORD IS SO PRETTY OH MA GAWD STEP ON MY FACE EVEILLE STEP ON MY FACE)
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éveillé / eveje / adjective. in english : awake meaning : not asleep.
Beep. Beep.
The beeps of the monitor resonated within the cold walls of the hospital ward, the only sound breaking the palpable silence, coaxing the unconscious girl out of her reverie.
Wake up sleeping beauty
Minseo gradually creaked open her eyelids only to be blinded by the sunlight. She straightened her back and sat herself in an upright position, finding him sitting across the bed. A slight surge of happiness striked her as she called his name out with a smile "Seokjin!" and threw her arms at him pulling him into a tight embrace.
Seokjin who had his eyes focused on the floor the whole time having a mini race in his mind was thrilled to hear her charming voice, turning his head almost immediately and melted into her arms.
Pure bliss.
Minseo smelt like fresh strawberries. Strawberries, his favourite. He didn't want to let go, nor did she. They just continued to stay in each other's arms like that for 2 minutes, with Seokjin sniffing her sweet scent and peppering her hair with kisses. "You're okay, you're okay," He repeated like a mantra. Not for her own relief but to calm himself down. Worrying about minseo took away so much energy. He couldn't be the cause of her death, he's been the cause of so many people hurting already. He couldn't bear to take away Minseo's life too.
Minseo's stomach surged with butterflies and radiated with warmth, feeling his touch for the first time. It was warm and comforting, just like him. She stroked the nape of his neck, fingering his fluffy hair, feeling the soft strands for the first time. His shoulders were so wide that he literally surrounded her entire body. She liked that very much, she felt protected. She felt safe. At some point she slid down and laid her head on his hard chest, turning her head up to lock eyes with his. They just cuddled in silence, no one to bother them, no one to pull them out of their own realm. They were together.
He looks like an alpaca.
They pulled apart after a while when it started to get awkward, feeling utterly contented, both of them smiled brightly. but after a few seconds, seokjin noticed something odd. His gaze shifted down to the unmoving body behind her. Below her. The image before seokjin left him flabbergasted, his smile instantly morphed into a stoic expression.
He pointed to the back. "Minseo.....look."
Minseo whipped her head back to find her own figure, another minseo sound asleep, in a state of comatose. This person's head was bandaged, along with her torso and left leg. Blotches of blood tainted the ivory white bandage, indicating that she had been severely injured.
Why am i...sitting on top of myself?
Am i dead?
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Am i dead?!
She jumped out of the bed in a millisecond, dashing across Seokjin and sliding open the transparent glass door of her ward. Her heart was beating so fast and she was in a perplexed state of shock. She rushed over to the nearest registration table and called to the nurse in charge.
"Hey! Hey? I'm Lee Minseo and I really need your help!" She waved her hands profusely in front of the nurse's face, but to no avail. Is she really being a bitch right now?!
She then ran forward to a different direction, desperate to find someone who could acknowledge her. After many attempts and "hello"s, she spotted her mom talking to a tall doctor at the end of the corridor. She leaped forward with the biggest strides she could take, screaming "Eomma!" repeatedly as she got closer. But even when her mom was less than a foot away, she didn't turn her head around once to look at her precious daughter.
"I'm afraid she's in a coma, we did the best we could but its uncertain whether or not she'll wake up," the doctor said to her mom.
Her mom broke down in tears, kneeling to the ground to brace herself, sobbing into her palms.
"Minseo-ahhh, you can't leave me like your father..." she murmured through sobs.
"Eomma I'm right- I'm right here...Eomma..." it crushed Minseo to pieces to see her mom in that state of despair. She felt helpless. She felt worthless. She felt useless. All she could do was caress her mom's grey-tainted hair, knowing that she wouldn't be able to feel a thing. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she threw her head back multiple times to control her tears but it didn't work. So she let them stream down her cheeks. Stream. She cried in silence with her mother.
At least she had company, her mom was crying alone. Lonely without the tender embrace of her late husband and without the necessary support from her dying child.
Seokjin stood in front of the two crying figures, mouth ajar and face stricken with guilt.
