You Were My Love

Scene 102 - Hand

Believe it or not, this must have been one of the first chapters I wrote to the story,

months and months ago ...

Also, please, don't hate me... :oS

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Saturday.

It should have been a good day...

An overwhelming heart-splitting sensation of deja vu hit him hard like a huge painful slap on his innocent face...

His hand ...

On her cheek...

why?

WHY??!!

why...

That was the only word his brain could muster at that instant, too busy trying to simultaneously process images and maintain his body straight up on failing legs and wobbly knees....

Groping with all his remaining might to whatever was closest to his trembling hands, Jimin averted is tears-brimmed eyes from the scene he had just witnessed, and forced his weak legs to take painful steps away from the excruciating spot...

His hands shaking like crazy, leaning on the wall for support, he fumbled for his phone, trying to text the fewest words he could without crumbling, then pressed "Send".

It took him minutes and minutes...

Yet, after a long while, his legs had somehow finally remembered how to walk...

Jimin ordered them to take a step.

He was breathing hard, but he eventually managed to take a second one.

Head still bent down, hands continually groping, and respiration still ragged, at long last he managed to walk.

Then go a little faster ...

And faster ...

And faster ; faster until he was able to run.

And it seemed there was no stopping...

He couldn't stop to run - run from it all, run from this agony, run from that vision, from that instant that wrecked his life...

He wanted to run until his lungs burnt, until his legs ached, until his body suffering eased the one pounding in his soul.

He wanted to mistreat his body with some of the crucifying pain his broken heart was now too withered to be able to hold any more.

He wanted to make his frame suffer as hard as possible.

As though physical pain would relieve his agonizing mind.

Hoping that abusing his body would, even just a tiny bit, please, numb the stabbing in his heart...

Please, even for just a second, ease the excruciating hell that nearly had him die on the spot...

He just couldn't take it ...

His mind just couldn't process it...

He was going crazy with the hurt as images were summoned in his mind...

His hand on her face...

And the litany of the same question echoing and driving him insane ...

Why?

Why???!!

Why ...

       

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Please look forward to the next chapter

Scene 103

Painting