The Blood of Fate ✧ min yoongi ✓

𝐁 𝐎 𝐎 𝐊 - 𝐓 𝐖 𝐎

ROSE BLOOD | BOOK TWO

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She released her grip on Yoongi's soul. She refused to give another glance at him. As much as she wanted to run back to him, she knew she could not. Fate wouldn't allow it. Its chains remains locked around her arms, bound to its darkness. She was not afraid. However, there was only the ache of sadness at knowing she might never see him again the same way. But that was a small price to pay if it meant that she would finally get what she deserves; Salvation—freedom—inner peace.

She never missed the lonesome, pitch-black hole where she spent her nights curled and bound. However, she would rather be there alone than here.

She watched as he was carried off into the distance, hearing the floor beneath him shatter. His body falls into the oblivion where he will wake up once more into life. Y/N turns around, and she watched, unmoving. Her breath steady and shaky.

But now, here in the Beyond, she saw the face of a young girl, the girl that she never thought she would see again in a lifetime or two. Perhaps three or four. Who knows? Five or six? Would she even have another chance of life to experience the happiness she craved for?

They both fixed one another's eyes in the region of blood and roses. One is so pure and innocent, whilst the other is lethal and enraged. They were diametrically opposed, and a certain aspect of Y/N hurt. She hated it so much, seeing her eyes so brilliant and sparkling.

But she hated it because she missed the feeling of such foolish purity where nothing made sense. . . and she was happy how she never understood her fate.

The two feminine figures were being swept by the wind. Both stood absolutely still like marble statues. "Peace was never a viable option, was it?" according to the young girl, who gave the Pureblood a stern look. It was her. Her tone was dry and harsh.

Y/N stands there, speechless, staring at her inner child. She is powerless to stop herself from consuming herself into the darkest pits of Hell, and all she can do is watch how she slowly fell into the madness of a chaos that didn't belong to her. Y/N approaches the child she created for herself and lowers herself to her level. She frowns while shaking her head.

"We were never in peace to begin with," Everywhere she speaks, there is an echo. She pauses for a time, briefly remembering the memories of being treated unfairly before continuing. "Despite our best efforts, we are destined to be bound by the chains of selfishness, the blindness of madness, and the wrath of despair. There is always an ending to a book, no matter how many chapters there are. Our story ends here."

Within a few seconds, the adult self—her current self—was overlaid over the face of her inner child. It made her feel strange. She was not even trying to look down at a reflection in a mirror, so the only difference was that she wasn't doing that.