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"𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌. 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒖𝒃𝒎𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖."
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Yoongi had given up on his life and was ready to die, but he didn't know what just one night had in its store for him.
Not your cliché. A short story...
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2022 a/n: new book cover has Yoongi's silhouette as the boy's aasdfghjklgsahajaj
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Pitter-patter of the rain broke the trance of who did nothing but lie in bed all day contemplating. His eyes moved from ceiling to window of the world. The only window that associated the view of the landscape to the one who hardly left confines of his home even for necessities.
The man sat up, one knee propped upon which lay his elbow, gazing at the dark quilt of a night that was laid tranquilly prior to the disturbed rainfall. To others, howling of the wind disrupting anything in its way might be hair-raising—except the man found it comforting. To him, breaking of the wind through the tops of elm trees, disturbing the silence of lakes was fascinating perhaps because they exhibited his inner turmoil.
He found his new spot on the single wooden chair in his home placed in front of the window to relish the show produced by the timely wind. His breaking heart would not have let him survive the night if not for the storm.
Solace that nature can provide for someone fallen on the inside is unprecedented, ask those whose hearts are shattered and spirits poor. The lone man had been in a dilemma whether he wanted to die or just lost the will to live.
The thought of impending anguish served as the basis for his tormented present. To have to lose the one he adored sincerely was eating him up. Any given day she'd leave him, was the misery unbearable for his delicate heart.
Bears living in cold climates rather than harvesting food like other animals tend to double their food intake towards the approaching winter season to rest how they couldn't before—to hibernate, to sleep.
This man was no bear, but he wanted his rest; he wished for his hibernation from the dejection. The climate he inhabited wasn't a cold one but the society in his eyes wasn't warm either. So, lately, he had been stocking up on all memories with his beloved in his mind and reliving them that when the cold blow ultimately comes he'd willingly embrace the sleep for good.
For the present, listening to the storm was calming him, thus his brief solace.
He was settled on the chair with his fingers intertwined behind his head working as a makeshift pillow and his eyes transfixed outside in the darkness.
Something about the rustles, the howls, the pitter-patters got him in another trance that he didn't even notice when his cottage doors suddenly burst open and she entered. Hwabyeong.
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A/N: Although the narration is in 3rd perspective, we'll get to see the male character's aka Yoongi's thoughts. but remember what he thinks may be or may not be entirely correct.
Thank you for reading. I'd love to read your views in comments. Stay healthy and take care!
