If You Love Me

Chapter 25: The Savior

You had felt yourself slipping from reality — salt filled tears dissolving in the atmosphere as his very image was now fading from your grasp.

You knew it well.

Subin and The Madame had managed to dispose of you successfully — turning you into a mere voodoo doll puppeteered by the spell that they called love.

The same spell which had made you weak to your knees, bowing in a plea for mercy. The same spell which had destroyed entire armies, empires and facades — the same curse which had distorted everything out of proportion.

Perhaps your definition of love had been wrong the whole time.

To you, it was a beautiful thing.

To them, it was a disgrace — a poison to their bloodline, who despised commoners. It created a mentality that would plague their entire family.

Was this why he became this way?

Was this why Yoongi remained frozen as sharp air cut through your figure — heart shattering into thousands of shards as he grew further and further.

A guttural cry for help soars from your lips — a last resort.

A last goodbye...

"Please... Save me..."

A warm palm slaps around your wrist and your world whirls to a dizzying still. You're a jewel tucked away in the warm embrace of a case. You're the letter wrapped in an envelope. You're being protected.

As your figures cruise through the harsh, cold air, Yoongi's tears crash onto your skin. "I'm sorry." He mumbles. "I couldn't bare it... Life without you is empty."

His arms cruise down your back, crossing into an x as he reels you into his tight embrace and holding on as though he would never let go. He's lived and seen many days, but none have been as purposeful as this. The way you fit into his arms like a missing puzzle peace does him solace.

This is meant to be.

"Please don't cry."

Your throat wrenches through his wind-cut whisper.

Your fate is sealed.

But so is your love.

Powerlessly, your fingers gently grasp at the fabric of his clothing. Obeying his words, the tears remain bubbled in your eyes but horrific, desperate sobs rip your throat. Why would he do this?

Why...?

Yoongi's lips arch into a sad smile but even you can see the life flicker in his eyes as he accepts his ill fate. He whimpers. "Please... Be happy for me."

The earth below trembles through his thrashed vertigo and Yoongi braces himself for impact - awaiting the sound of his bones to crack like paint on a canvas.

A gasp echoes.

Horrified screams petrify the grief.

But none are as blood piercing as yours.