"What you are striving for is impossible. There is no such thing as perfect."
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begun: 11/5/2019
concluded: ???
4th in @multifandompride contest hosted by @SugaWithThatTae
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The day was gloomy but maybe that had to do with what time of day it was. It was six in the morning and you were up early, already out and done with your first task of the day. It was supposed to be summer but the birds weren't chirping and the suns warming rays no were to be seen. The dark clouds floating in the sky drown out any chance for the sun to make its appearance and lighten up the gateway you were leaning against. You suppose seasonal depression was true. Ever since your run-in with the doctor and Jungkook you hadn't gotten a wink of sleep. Your nights had been spent tossing and turning at home with multiple questions floating around in your mind.
Wanting to clear your mind from your worries, you thought that perhaps going to pay a visit to your mother would help but alas, it seemed the world had other plans. Heaving out a sigh, you allowed your gaze to wander over to the lock, preventing you from going inside and to see your mother. You contemplated whether or not to just kick it open. The lock was old and rusty, the chain that came along with it was in no better condition. You had to shake off the thought, as you hear a car drive past the desolate roads behind you. There were no cars this early in the morning, making the atmosphere around you seem eerie. You knew it wasn't a very smart idea to be wandering around this early in the morning with the gloomy clouds, the weather was perfect for demons to be wandering around freely. Frankly, you didn't care, you just wanted to clear your mind. It was pointless anyway. For some reason, the gates were locked today so there was no way of seeing her.
Your eyesight wasn't that great but by squinting your eyes, you could pinpoint exactly where the smooth marble plague with your mother's name engraved on it stood. She was so close yet so far.
Drawing your lips into a thin line, you mindlessly stared at the concrete footpath and began to shuffle the weight of your body from left to right as you allowed your mind to slip back to the memories of that day.
It was much like today in fact. It was right at the peak of a heatwave and the humidity was becoming unbearable. But thankfully, your little self was tucked away inside of the headquarters building with your parents as they worked mindlessly. You remember whining about how bored you were to your parents, only to get brushed off and asked to go and entertain yourself by sorting out the nuts and bolts case.
At the age of four, you had no idea the importance of your parent's jobs let alone what they were doing. You tried to pout cutely in hopes of maybe hitting their soft spot and gaining some of their attention but on that day it just didn't seem to work.
You remember giving up on gaining their attention and turning to plop yourself back onto the smooth floors. In front of you laid a box of carefully sorted nuts and bolts of all shapes and sizes. You had sorted them so many times that day the ordering and size of the metal objects were still ingrained in your mind to this day.
Going back to examine the nail for the fifth time of the day, your attention was cut short when out of the corner of your eyes you spot a pale hand reaching out to grab a nail but in a different size.
