For Us

Chapter XVII

Not the same

The hands that fought away nightmares,

Are now the cause.

The voice that once calmed me down,

Now startle and scare.

Those eyes that carried love,

Now harbours the feeling of detest.

Do you not love me anymore?

Do you see me as a bane?

Am I not your bubbly daughter?

Or am I just a sinkhole to dump your problems?

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He didn't feel much well when he woke up covered in sweat and almost called out for help. A sense of foreboding consumed his mind as he realised what he dreamed of.

He realised that he had lived this before. This dream he saw was from one of the timploops when she had took that drastic and harmful step.

Those livid eyes and someone screaming for help in the back... She had killed herself after that incident.

Namjoon hurriedly searched for his journal and checked the date.

No... No no. If I can't do anything then she might do it again. He wiped his face as tears flowed freely, he had to think of a way to make it right.

He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't hear the knock of his door. He was indulged in writing everything down with drops of his tears smudging the ink.

"Namjoon-ah?" Jin touched his shoulder which startled the younger one.

Seeing his face covered with tears and snot running down his nose, "Hey what happened? Are you hurt?"

"What should I do, hyung?" He sniffled, "She's going to hurt herself..."

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She felt relieved as she was finally able to make her cousin understand the math problem.

Ignoring the ache in her jaw, she focused on trying to read her notes as her cousin continued to solve some problems of the same variety.

"You'll stay here tomorrow too, right?" Her aunt asked her as she came to check in on them.

Shaking her head, "No, I can't. The notes for my next exam are at home. I'll go there directly after my exam." She answered half heartedly.

"Oh? You should've carried them with you. Now you have go back and forth during exams. Anyway, continue with your studies. Your uncle will drop you off at college tomorrow."

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"Your aunt would rock the whole thing before being able to get on. Your height really makes things easy, right?" Her uncle said as he waited for her to get seated.

She laughed as she got on the scooter, "Yes! I also get to tease my friends for being short!"

After boisterous laugh and starting to engine, "What do they call you then? Burj Khalifa?" He chuckled.

"Naw, they just tell me to look at a girl who's in different class. She's over six feet and that was a blow to my height ego." She mumbled dejectedly.

"Do you talk about these things with your dad too?" He asked curiously.

That shut her up, got her thinking about how things were different before.

How everything was non-violent before.

Her uncle didn't know that he struck a sensitive nerve, he just wanted to ask how things were for her at home because her parents' fight didn't stay within the walls. But his question was like a catalyst.