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

The Garden of Eternity

V's POV

I think I'm missing something.

The thought is repetitive as the thick fragrance of wildflowers cloud my head, causing the urge to dissipate.

I've been stuck in this eternity garden for so long that I've forgotten how exactly long I'd been in here. One thing I've come to learn of this garden is that I'm alone— completely isolated by myself.

The scent of the flowers are so strong that I want to burn them all, just to smell the acrid blaze of fire for a change. It confuses me with its heavy fragrances of lilac and rose, the floral fields stretching for miles and miles until it fades into the horizon.

I'd tried to reach that horizon.

It never happened. It didn't seem possible— it just looked identical over and over again, like I was going around in circles somehow. It was absolutely infuriating— seeming so close but yet so out of reach.

This garden was like a beautiful, intoxicating prison. It was filled to the brim with blue and green flowers, never any other color. Their stunning, mystical shades drove me insane.

It seemed so familiar somehow— the vibrant green and the dark, stormy blue. The colors reminded me of something, but it made me furious that I couldn't remember.

It was torture, not being able to remember. Whenever I stared too long, my head would start to hurt until it got to the point where it was so agonizing that I had to look away. Otherwise it would've crushed me— the pain was just too powerful, too overwhelming to endure through.

But the second I glanced away, the pain would disappear so quickly I would be left wondering if it was even really there in the first place.

And lately, I'd been seeing things that I hadn't before.

Red, scarlet splotches against the blue and green shades of the petals.

It tainted the pure color of each flower, each and every one different in the level of crimson and amount. Some were now completely darkened red, its original color nowhere to be seen. Others, however, showed the spreading red as just small dots against its petals.

I'd never wanted to know something so badly in all of my life.

As I examine another darkened flower, the thought that had been recurring in my mind since forever returns again.

Something isn't right here.

Something was missing. This wasn't right— everything about this place wasn't. These flowers felt fictional. I myself felt fictional, like I wasn't reality at all.

I felt like I was trapped in some fictional place, my memories wiped clean and entranced with these intoxicating flowers for me to stay that way.

I didn't even remember my own name.

And like everything else, it felt so close. Like if I just thought about if for a brief second, I'd figure it out without any troubles.

But I knew better.

Even though I couldn't recall the name itself, I could recall that it had sounded like music when someone had spoken it. I could remember that it had sent electricity sparking up and down my spine when this specific— person— had called me with this stupid label that I couldn't quite wrap my head around.

And I felt like if I remembered this person, then it would give the answers to everything I'd been missing for the past eternity.

But everything seemed so hazy.

Everything seemed out of reach.

Sorry for the short chapter!