Until the flowers bloom again

flowers

"I'm so weak,I hate myself."

the little boy murmured while hugging his bleeding knees.

then as if life became a fairytale story,an angel came to him.

"you hate your weak self...but the weakness is not you,so you should not hate yourself."

the angel said,caressing the boy's head softly.

"you're strong,love yourself."

back then,the angel kissed his forehead before disappearing into pieces of dust.

Jungkook woke up from his dream,a fresh feeling on his forehead,where he brought this hands to.

what was that?

he thought by himself and got off his bed,getting ready for a new day to start.

before he left the house,he made sure to have the photograph with him.

jungkook pulled out from this wallet a picture of the person he cared the most.

"I miss you."

he regretted saying those words,as he already felt the tears filling up his eyes.

I can't cry...but when I say that,i miss you even more.

I'm looking at your photo but I still miss you.

months have already passed since you left,it's only winter here anymore,it's August but even if so,winter is still here without you.

You were the only one who filled my days with warmth.
You were my sunshine.

as he thought about that person,his tears started streaming down his cheeks.

he locked the door that he unlocked a few minutes ago,"I can't go out."

he walked back to his bedroom and lied down his bed once again.

"I just can't...I can't go on."

he said to himself,tears still falling.

hours have passed already,jungkook has cried himself to sleep again.

the sound of his cell phone's ringtone woke him up,someone was calling him.

he took his phone and answered it,"jungkook?where are you?"

it was taehyung,one of his friends.

"I'm at home."
he replied,his voice hoarse as he just woke up.

"what do you mean,we were supposed to visit him today."

just after taehyung finished saying his sentence,jungkook got off the bed and looked at himself on the mirror.

"I'm sorry,I'm coming now."
he said and hung up the phone.

he rushed to the door and unlocked it, getting out of the house.

before he reached the place,he went to the flower shop that was just a few meters from his house.

"welcome back...jungkook"

the familiar voice welcomed him in.

"hello,mrs.park."

he smiled at her,and started to search around for the specific flowers.

"I guess you're going to visit him today too,you want me to make a bouquet of his favourite flowers right?"
she smiled at him.

he looked at the pretty old woman that stood in front of him and his heart ached as she smiled,her smile was just the same as his son's.

he nodded,and smiled back.

she started to cut the flowers and put them together.

"you know...forget me nots were his favorite flowers,whenever he saw them in the garden,he would always pick some of them,saying how pretty they were and their colour...maybe you already have noticed before but his favorite colour is blue,just like the sea and the sky."she told him,as she softly handled the flowers.

"...but the garden,it's been a long time since I saw a flower blooming there."

his sentence made the woman look up to him.

"that garden is where he grew up to become a really good young man...I hope you will find a way to make flowers bloom in there again."

she smiled again,continuing her work.

"I will."

jungkook reassured her.

"you know what,you were special to him,I could see it in his eyes.that's why I'm adding carnations too...the deep red ones along with the white ones"

she paused for a moment and looked into jungkook's eyes,which where looking at the carnations flowers.

"the striped ones are pretty too."
he said,making mrs.park gasp.

"jungkook...those ones...they symbolize something that both you and him can ever be,and he would agree too,so I don't think it's the case for you to put them in a bouquet for him."

she smiled as she finished the bouquet,and handed it to jungkook.

"say hello to jimin,from his beloved mother too."