Diary of The Infinite

76| Yoongi

After Beginning left I became restless. Unable to sleep and lacking company, I moved aimlessly through the apartment now as familiar as my own. I used the least effort possible to make myself a small bowl of cereal and cleaned the few dishes left in Jimin's sink during his rush to leave on time.

The sun danced off the plexiglass windows of the living room, no subtlety, only the cruel intrusion of brightness that lacked direction. It seemed more a wall of light than a window. Not at all the mellow buttery light of the afternoon -- the light Jimin curled up in like a kitten, basking in the windowsill -- I closed the blinds and drew the curtain to shield my eyes. The couch smelled like the rest of the house when I pressed my face against the cushions, boredly changing the channels on the tv to find the right noise to distract me from missing my other half. He was only at work.

I wanted to groan at how pathetic I felt, but that would be admitting I was pathetic. I wasn't pathetic per se, I preferred to ignore those feelings entirely.

With the tv noise to blur my thoughts, I may have dozed off, but I couldn't be entirely sure because I had no sense of time in a room all shuttered up and lacking a clock. But with the restored feeling of wakefulness came an itch in my fingers to draw, to paint even.

Stowing the extra house key and my wallet into my pocket, I left, catching the next bus in the direction of my apartment.