You lay in bed not wishing to get up, your mind is filled with thoughts of him again. You sighed and placed the top of your forearm over your eyes. 'Why won't you leave me alone,' you thought. It's not like he was a bad person or that it was his fault that your heart has been broken for months. Truthfully, you don't want to forget him, but the images of him kept cinematically playing in your head. Being with him was like a movie, a dream.
You sat up trying to shake the thoughts, but you couldn't. All that was playing in your head was the short two days that you got to be with each other. How you kept your love in secret for months and how your first time meeting him turned into your last.
"Jungkook..." you called out softly, "what have you done to me."
You ran hands through your hair, leaning your head against the wall behind you. You smiled for a second remembering his weird way of holding hands, his special way. You brought your hands down and clasped them together, your right pointer and middle finger resting between your left pointer finger and thumb. It was odd and silly, but comforting.
You closed your eyes and tried to imagine his voice, his lips, his arms and what each made you feel. You were happy in those days. And that is why, though you're lonely and hurt, you couldn't forget him even if you wanted to.
