❝ 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸
𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲. ❞
━━━━━ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 a girl found a whole
new world within the presence of a stranger
and realized how much she hoped that life
would go easy on her...
Crystal forfeited the count of how many times she lost consciousness in this new year. Was it that bad when she had the resolution to get better? Was it overly against her true fate? Nonetheless, Crystal adamantly embraced the so-called life the moment she was still given the opportunity to flutter her eyes open.
Sensing the cord of existence progressively dredged thinly from her soul, Crystal blinked her eyes a couple of times as she wearily exhaled a sigh. The pain was getting bearable, bearable in the sense that it enacted herself to feel numb.
Crystal had died so many times, after all, this was nothing new.
The ripple of the heart monitor and several hospital equipment that the girl wittingly overlooked their names plugged the silence in the room. It was still the same scenery as usual, and dryasdust.
Then, a familiar voice exclaimed. "Crystal! You're awake."
"No Crispy? That's rare." In no time, Rory hovered above her, eyes beaming with plenty of emotions which she could only offer a bushed smile in response. "How long have I been sleeping?"
"A week."
"Huh, a new record."
Rory snickered, helping her to sit up. "Have you forgotten you've slept for two months last year, making me think you wouldn't wake up without a true love kiss."
"Yikes, even better." Neglecting the throbbing pain in her head, Crystal's eyes automatically wandered throughout the room and sure enough, it landed on one person who only sat tactlessly on the edge of his bed while observing the whole vista unfolding, his feet dangled a few inches of the brisk, solid floor as it rocked back and forth slightly, pretty much looking like a lost puppy. The ghost of a smile tugged at her lips before Crystal waved her hand. "Oh hey, Jimin, you're still here!"
"Y—Yes, I'm still not allowed to go home yet." After a few seconds of composing himself, who was stunned by Crystal's tender voice filled his ears again, Jimin pushed himself to stand up and strolled to her bedside. "How, uh, how are you feeling?"
"I've been better." Crystal looked awfully pale, that was the first detail Jimin picked on when he scanned herself, but a small, anguish smile still embellished her lips, leaving him wondering just how sick she was. "So, did Rocky give you a hard time during my absence?"
Rory rolled his eyes, grunting peevishly. "Here we go again."
