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Morning walks was not always my bread but today it was rather  different. This walk in the morning was more like a tissue wipping of the rust from iron. But that never works out right, no matter how much you rub it with tissue. Rust is rust.

Similarly this walk was doing no good to my anxious thoughts. Tomorrow is d -day and the halos of pessimistic thoughts were never ending.

One part of me was happy that all these lonely days of fighting was going to end but other part questioned me whether it will pay off.

Sighing deeply ,  I wondered when will I walk past the fog and see with clarity.  Shoving my hands in hoodie, I truged forward. I was walking past a playground. My impulse stopped me from moving forward and admire the things in. My eyes instantly searched for the thing I loved when I was a child. Smile crept my face when I found the thing I was looking for.

Seesaw. I had a great love for seesaw when I was young. I never knew it existed until my parents died. The day my father died, was the day, I got introduced with it.

Riding home from funeral, I noticed how kids were enjoying the swing. The way it was moving up and down, created an intense urge to go and play with. But the situation made me suppress the urge. That's when I realized what pain was. If someone dies it is not their loss which kills you, the fact that you have to suppress the desire to be with them again pains the most.

Years rolled by but I never got a chance to sit on them . It was a portrait which I could just admire but never feel. Yet here I am in the same shoes, admiring it from distance and mourning in the faded memory. Sighing deeply again, I walked past it.

After minutes of walking , I came across the restaurant where I would usually grab my three meals a day. I noticed a banner out. I walked towards it to get a closer look. It read 10% discount on food for today. Relief flushed over me . Atleast wind was rushing in my side this time. I have a little grants left with me and was worried  to eat the trash at warehouse.

Thank god, discount saved my tongue from rotting. I decided to stroll around for some time and then get my breakfast besides I was not hungry right now.

Just when I was about to walk past it, the store on the opposite side caught my eyes. I unconsciously walked in. It was a antique shop. I never had any interest in ageold goldies but I decided to look around as I had nothing to do anyways.

I wandered around for some time, looking around the pieces in. Everything was beautiful and magnificent but nothing caught my interest until I found a ring, somewhere hidden behind other big pieces.

I picked it up and examined it's beauty. It was a wodden ring with a shining purple fluorite stone. It was extremely beautiful. I could already imagine the smile on y/n eyes , when I would put it on her finger. Just the thought, made my heart flutter and whole body jump.

Her smile holds my universe . Those stars in her eyes are much brighter than the galaxies in my universe. I wonder what made me fall in love with her.

Why does that matter I love her and it's the start and everything. I decided to buy this. I searched for the price tag and when the number of zeros caught my eyes, I placed it softly at its place, like nothing has ever happened.

What if they search for my fingerprint. Oh god I should have worn gloves. I cannot afford this right now, when I am practically living in discounts for food.

But I really want to buy this for y/n. What about installment. I was about to call the shopkeeper, when a familiar voice called  my name . Unconsciously , I turned around and froze  at my spot.

" Jungkook" I said, shocked. He pulled me into his embrace and hugged me tightly   like there is no tomorrow.

It was hard for me to breathe in with my nose practically not even reaching his shoulder. But I let him be. The kind of warmth his hug was providing me was comforting. The last time we had a Compassionate hug was when, I almost lost him at a attack. Such a nightmare.

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