Diary of The Infinite

78| End

Resting in the puddle of golden afternoon, I drew. I drew a kitty in the windowsill, a calico. One with a contented smirk like Jimin wore when he was napping in my arms. Then I drew Jimin, an ethereal angel of light and joy. With the ebbing of the light, I drew Void. His face, as always, was shrouded in darkness, but I knew the shape of his body like my own. It sheltered me in the hidden depths, keeping me from the light and Jimin.

It was okay now though. Because now I had Jimin. That's why it was okay.

He was calling to me. Begging for me to see him.

"End! Yoongi! Please. I need you. Please!"

"Beginning?" I couldn't see, the light from the window was gone and the rug was rough under my fingers, grit and dirt dug at my palms and leaves coiled around my ankles.

"You... you killed it." Beginning sobbed somewhere in the darkness.

And I felt the weight of the words. I killed his tree. It was me. Because I ruin everything I touch.

And then there was warmth. A pillow soft embrace and whispered comfort in my ear. "Find me, End. Come back to me. We need each other."

But the words were sour, tainted with a voice and tone I recognized and loathed. I recoiled from the touch, but I was stuck fast, trapped in the leaves that now held me fast, climbing up my legs. It snagged at my wrists and tangled in my hair.

Everything was cold. Everything was dark.

"End? Yooni?"

I cried out, reaching for the voice.

"Beginning"