A World of our Own | K.TH *COMPLETED*

Let Go

V's POV

Where am I?

Everything is dark— and my voice feels like it's not there. I can't see my own hands in front of me, and my eyes don't seem to adjust in the pitch blackness.

Did I go blind?

I remember sending Tzuyu home— she had looked like she was about to collapse any second, her face drained of blood. And then what happened?

Why am I here? How did I get here?

Then a burst of light blazes in front of me, making me instinctively cover my eyes to protect them from the intense brightness. Only when it fades away do I uncover my vision.

A door?

It's like my body moves by itself— and I have zero control over it. The door is outlined with light, and I know that I would've opened it even if I had will over my physical self.

But when I step into the door, a new world surrounds me from all four sides.

It's dark. Cold. Filled with a smell I know too well.

A small figure is crumpled on the ground, no rise and fall visible in its chest. I know it's her as soon as I lay my eyes on her, and I rush over to her side, eyes wide and breath getting faster with every passing second.

It's her.

Why in the world wasn't she moving?

I want to call out her name, but my throat feels like it's been frozen, immobile and unresponsive to my desperate commands.

Trembling, I slide my hands under her icy form and turn her over. Gently—

My heart stops at the sight of her bloodless face, the dark slits of her closed eyes.

She's dead.

And a scream rips from my throat.

I wake up screaming, forehead sticky with perspiration, eyes glazed with fear and pure terror. The crash of relief is too much for me to take when I realize I'm in my apartment, the scene before me disappearing with my troubled sleep.

That's what she'll be
if she stays with you.

A dead, lifeless corpse.

Trying to calm my short bursts of breath, I bury the balls of my hands into my eyes. My head hurt, along with everything else. But what hurt most was that stupid thing people called a heart.

You've been selfish.

And weak.

I know.

Let her go before she
turns out to be like that.

The voice is surprisingly gentle, the usual smugness gone from its tone.

Let her go?

Let her go, when I've finally found her?

The pain that rips through my heart next is a million times worse than anything I'd ever experienced, fresh and sharp and memorable. It was even worse than that time when my father snapped my arm, and that had hurt like hell.

This is why you don't
fall in love.

I'm not in love with her.

Look at yourself and
tell me that again.

I....

Let her go.

Lord, I wanted her. I wanted her more than anything I'd ever wanted before— and here I was being told I couldn't have her. Not now, not ever.

Forever.

Anger and fury boils my body with heat as I get ready to lash out at this stupid, stupid voice. Who was he to tell me what to do? Who was he to order me around like I was his puppet?

But then the memory of the dream flashes across my mind, and the curses die on my tongue. The voice repeats what he has been telling me the entire time, like he wants to drive that into my mind until I have burned the three words into my memory.

Let. Her. Go.

Yes.

A/n: Sorry for the short chapter!