mystic wonders

waves on my flesh

It's 7 in the morning. Sun's almost all up now, rays kissing my cheeks as I gaze out of the window into the beautiful landscapes of the city. A sudden, sweet- scented breeze takes me aback. Even though we are almost halfway though summer now, I get nostalgic about spring.

I step back and out of the balcony after a while, still dressed in a bathrobe. I pass by the vanity, and I catch a glimpse of my face in the mirror. A scar right below my eye is what I see first, but I immediately turn my attention to my messy head of hair, which would have bothered me if I wasn't just going to take a bath. I set down my wine glass on the table— I like a sip in the early morning— and proceed to take slow  and lazy steps towards the bathroom.

The water's running. I've left it on to fill the bathtub while I relaxed. By now, it was full. I reach a slender hand and turn the tap, stopping the water except for a few drops that echo across the walls of the empty apartment.

Since it's empty, except for myself, I leave the door open, which almost directly faces the balcony door which I also kept open. Cool breeze touched my back as I shrugged off the bathrobe and settled in the bathtub, having already lit up a few candles and set up my bath making sure it had just the right amount of bubbles.

I let myself lay down for a while, the warm water gave me the exact kind of comfort I needed. Almost enough comfort to make me wish this moment never ends.

A while after scrubbing my body, and taking in the scent of the vanilla candles i had around me, I reach out to one specific candle that i haven't left, water dripped from my arm onto the floor forming a small puddle there. Unlike the other candles, this one was cheap, meaning that I knew from experience after a while it was going to get too hot and the glass may possibly break. I managed to scrape off half of the wax in there, leaving just enough to burn out tonight.

I make sure that I set it on my rug, which I bought from Italy two years back. I smile at the memory, and I'm grateful that I get to keep it, till the very last moment. I light the candle, and watch the flame dance for a moment before turning back and letting my torso rest under the water once again.

I felt myself falling asleep but it didn't matter. That was my goal anyways. I calculated the probability of me drowning because of this and they seemed to be rather low since my head wasn't even anywhere near the water. The strong artificial strawberry smell of the cheap candle filled the air and I knew the moment was coming soon, so I let myself relax once again.

I lift up an arm and sway it around under the water, admiring the way it looks. Then I had the idea of doing the opposite, as in dipping my head in the water and viewing my hand which floats above me outside the water. Ditched it completely after realizing I can't open my eyes under water that was initially filled with soap.

So I just spent the rest of my time waiting, this time thinking about the people I knew, the ones I loved, the ones I'll miss, the ones I hoped to see in heaven, and about him—

Suddenly I heard a crack, and as quick as an avalanche, the wax of the cheap candle spread all over my rug, and the little flame, floating on top of the molten wax only to land on an area where there was no water, no wax, but right on the rug which was immediately set on fire.

This was what I wanted, but I found myself screaming in horror, and frantically reached out for the shower head to try and stop the flames from reaching elsewhere, I almost slipped in the hurried process but I regained my balance and caught a hold of it. I turned the water on and sprayed the fire, praying this will stop it, and it thankfully did

I coughed, and looked around having realized I also put down the flames of the other candles and possibly mixed the wax with water. I was relieved eitherways. That was too close.

I realize I don't want to stay in here any more, and needed to avoid the temptations to do it again, so I drained the tub, put my bathrobe on, and headed out onto my room.

—

It's been two hours since the incident, and I still felt like I was in the bathtub, the exact same floating sensation I felt in the tub lingers, almost like the memories I held on to. It lasted for a while, and it wasn't eerie, if anything, it was comforting. Almost like mermaid kisses all over my arms. I got the urge to get back in the tub and start all over again, this time following my plan.

But I don't pursue it.
I know I have too much to lose and a long life ahead of me to live. But that's not why.
I simply think I need a better plan.

— Taeyong

it's the first actual tale involving the supposed author, Taeyong, which if you haven't noticed, is the one I like to pretend writes all these stories in the series I have made, it adds a fun touch to everything in my eyes. Anyways, story rather dedicated to the loml,, if you see this say aye cause i kinda forgot your username xoxo