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--Taehyung--

Sometimes, you may feel like the world is rejecting you on every single level.

As if everything you once knew disappeared, and never existed.

Only strangers circling you, overlooking you like some mere undesirable.

You know, those times when nothing goes well.

When you wish you hadn't made those mistakes, said those words.

Did those things.

The feeling is overwhelming, challenging you to rip your hair out of your scalp, to dug your nails deep inside your skin until you draw blood, to just go and jump over that bridge.

But then, you eventually hear that voice in your head.

That voice that reminds you that you're not alone in the world.

That someone will always search for you, want to see you and be there for you.

That voice that will fucking yell at you to not do another mistake.

The worst one.

The one that you will regret forever.

That's when you get that boost of confidence again. Then, it's easy to call the lover you fought with, the mother you yelled at, the father you disobeyed to, the friend you betrayed.

And you will try to make things right again.

But Taehyung simply couldn't.

Because that voice had shut down.

That little conscious that had once spurred him into confessing his feeling, into melting his iced barriers to her.

It was... gone.

And why?

Well... Probably because Taehyung had shut it down with force.

Nothing would work out anyways.

So why bear with that stupid conscious that told him to fight for the love of his life?

A tired laughter left the boy's chapped lips as he closed his eye lids, head leaning against the cold wall.

Love of my life.

Sure...

Bitterness and resentment flowed so blatantly in his veins, darkening every memory he had of her.

Everything. Everything had to coat with hatred.

It was the only thing keeping him together.

Because, balancing with the anger, another feeling crawled inside Taehyung's chest.

And that was heartache.

That painful misery, that sorrow that wouldn't let you sleep at night, eat at lunch, concentrate during the day.

Taehyung had been gone for three days now.

Just roaming down the roads.

Or more like sitting down in random alleys.

And smoking.

For three days, without barely drinking some left over beer cans he had found dumped into bins, the dark-haired had been taking endless drags from those small white cylinders, trying to gulp in all the nicotine he could into his body, hoping it would affect his devastated mind.