➢ [𝗕𝗘𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗩𝗜𝗟𝗬 𝗥𝗘𝗪𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗡]
par·am·ne·sia
/ˌperamˈnēZH(ē)ə/
noun
a condition or phenomenon involving distorted memory or confusions of fact and fantasy, such as confabulation or déjà vu.
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"Just a full batch of roses please.. 𝓪...
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YOU
I gradually awoke and adjusted my vision to my surroundings. I found myself staring skyward at a ceiling that reminded me of Jimin's bedroom. The chandelier above, the plain white walls, the flat screen TV in front, and the bedsheets. I slowly got to my feet, but my head began to hurt. I let forth a wailing moan and clutched around my forehead. Everything seemed out of place, and I somehow was hearing my own heartbeat was beating in my ears, and my eyesight was becoming blurry.
"Ah, fuck," I grumbled under my breath as my entire body felt like it was on fire and I was stabbed a thousand times. To calm myself down, I closed my eyes for a moment and took several deep breaths.
I examined my hands before moving on to my arms. I sighed as I looked at my bandages. I have no recollection of what happened before I arrived here. But I recall the WMTs spraying bullets at the Flower Shop, as well as the enormous man with implants, Jimins and Taehyung, and fire.
There was a blaze.
The door swings open first, exposing Jin with a platter of food. He gives me a warm grin and says, "Hey, Y/N," as he places the tray above my lap. "Are you feeling better?" He asked.
I returned his smile. "I believe so." I responded.
"You feel any pain?"
"My body hurts, and I'm having trouble remembering what happened yesterday. I'm aware of some details, but not all." I responded, having some difficulty trying to recollect the event.
Jin offers me a nod as he organizes the utensils. "I can understand that," He responds, "It was rough three days ago."
With wide eyes, I glanced at him. "Excuse me, but three days ago?"
"You've been out for three days in a row, and Jimin has been quite concerned about you. We were all," he says as he scoops up a spoonful of spicy tofu soup and places it near my lips.
I exhaled and let Jin feed me by opening my mouth. He continued speaking as I chewed my meal. "Your Flower Shop is a shambles. The MWT caused significant damage. However, the city of Haven is eager to assist," he says. "So don't give up. Have hope."
"Have hope?" I groaned as I swallowed the soup. What's the point of that nowadays? When you find yourself hoping, the only thing that will come true is a bullet to the head."
"Y/N," Jin says again as he places the spoon in the bowl. "You seem to talk a lot about death."
"Do I?"
He nods.
"Sorry, my mistake," I said quietly. "It's just that it's all you see these days. Death. There's nothing else," I let out a heavy sigh. "Tell me about a time when you've seen someone truly happy in this city," I inquire, but he remains silent. "Exactly. No one. Either you kill yourself or you get killed. There's nothing else."
