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Dawn lets the morning light seep through her curtains and warm her skin. She sucks in a breath, And then two.
The mattress is cold, her body is cold, cold cold cold, down to her heart.
Scenes from three days ago replay in her head like a record. Words that were said echo and rebound. A bee buzzes near her window.
It hops from flower to flower on the windowsill. Purpose, it had a purpose. Bees know what they wanted right?
"Mom, do Bees know what they want?" She mumbles as she settles down for breakfast. Her mother pours milk, amusement lighting her lips, "What do you mean, honey?"
"Do they know what they want?" she repeats, not one bit unserious, missing her mom's loser pun.
"Each of them have a purpose, yes." Her mother completes, setting a bowl in front for her just the slightest bit curious at her daughter's train of thought.
"How's Jungkook? I haven't seen him in awhile." She asks and Dawn spoons a mouthful in answer, "I think we're on a break."
"I make him unhappy," she starts, "or I make myself unhappy when I'm with him I don't understand." She chews slowly, her mother listens.
"Actually, I do understand. I was too hung up on falling in love with him, I can't seem to figure out what's next."
"It's normal to fall out of love." Her mother smiles laced with sympathy, corners wrinkled, laced with wisdom.
"No, I still love him." She wipes milk on her shirt, "very, very much." "—I don't know what I'm looking for but I'm stuck. I don't want him to be stuck too."
"You're so young, don't beat yourself up." Dawn hears back, she chuckles. "Well, that doesn't really help."
"All I'm saying is that it will come to you if you let it, whatever you are looking for." She wipes the counter, and picks up Dawn's bowl.
"Maybe I looked for it in him, but he didn't give that to me, whatever it is."
Her mother nods as she settles the dish in the sink turning the tap on. Water gushes, slightly muffling her words, "Bees since you asked," she starts, "they have a purpose, even those tiny beings."
"They work together to build their purpose, they don't expect another bee to find what's missing. Nectar is taken home at the end of the day." Dries the bowl and then says, "—a honeycomb is built, growth is sweeter and stronger together."
She looks back at her daughter and smiles, "love is sweeter and stronger together."
