"You're really sick you know. I can't imagine someone being as mean and selfish as you, 𝘒𝘪𝘮 𝘐𝘷𝘺." He says, as he finally let go of her.
"Only if you had known my viewpoint, 𝘑𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬. Only if you knew." She barely whispers out...
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You won't get it.
Psychology says we should surround ourselves with positive energy. We should be with the people who make us happy, who can make us smile, who can make us laugh without any effort, who is there to listen to you and hold you when needed, who is there when you want to cry your heart out and provide you with their shoulder. Basically someone who can, scientific terms, keep up your serotonin level.
So, we find comfort in our family, our friends, our loved ones and sometimes even strangers who make you feel good about yourselves. After all, unexpected people come handy at the most unexpected times, don't they?
But, is it even fair if the someone you love, you want and find comfort in, doesn't feel the same with you? Hurts right? That just reverses the entire thing. That just puts on pressure on you, more and more on your mind, your heart and squeezes it so hard till you bleed to death.
But you don't feel it until it's too late and too hard, until you've fallen too deep into it. Until you're committing the same mistake you swore you wouldn't.
I sigh as I completed the last sentence of the lyrics. The second launch of our Nirvana series was upcoming. And, Mr. Kim Namjoon had personally requested for it to be first emailed to him. The one that I just finished was actually the essence of this particular album. Scripting down a formal letter addressed to him, I attach the file, wherein the proof read songs of other artists were also included.
I glance at the time, it was already late evening. The cafeteria I was sitting at, was slowly getting filled up with the high class teenagers and young adults. And it was time for the French couple, Mr. and Mrs. Moreau, who were part of Symphony's shareholders. Yesterday, after a long walk home, I was greeted with the notification from Jimin stating their arrival and their wish to meet me as soon as possible. Given that, I wasn't really interested in attending the concert tonight and nor was Jungkook free today, as he had casually waved me off and slept by himself at the couch, not forgetting how I had
I don't know if I was thinking much, but he seemed to be in a hurry, given that he woke up at five, an hour before me. I had panicked for a moment there, but then realised that he had said about an appointment today.
"Bonsoir, mademoiselle." A rich French accent brought me out of my world. Looking up, I removed my sunglasses and stood up, extending my hand. Mr. Moreau gave me a sophisticated smile and shook my hand, while Mrs. Moreau being the cheery, charming lady sashayed her way towards me and hug me placing a kiss on either of my cheeks.