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𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 : the one place I find comfort

Jisung

I hiccuped.

No more tears.

Just my salty stained cheeks, and my puffy swollen eyes.

I didn't know what to do.

Who do I talk to?

Where do I even begin to make this right?

I need to make it right.

More than anything else I have too.

But first, I need to pull myself together.

So I decided to run to the one place I found comfort.

I'll speak to the person I knew would try their best to help me.

I sprinted down the maze of hallways, caring less that class had begun twenty minutes ago.

I only had one goal in mind. To get to the recording studio.

Passing the many classes, I shoved my hand around the door handle, throwing it open.

I was in such a rush I didn't think to breathe.

I darted my eyes around, huffing and puffing.

"Hello?" I called.

No answer.

The room was quite dark.

Only the light from the booth was on.

"Hello?" I called again.

Silence.

"Anyone here?"

As expected, it was quiet.

I slowly approached the door to the booth, debating whether or not to pull it open.

Would he get mad at me if I where to find him?

I shook off the weird feeling.

As selfish as it is, I just really need to talk to someone.

So without a second to spare, I latched my hand onto the doorknob, pulling it open.

I was met with a dim light, but no boy.

Then it became clear.

No one was here.

I started to panic.

What do I do?

I can't keep this all in, not now.

I'm gonna drive myself insane.

Where could I go? Where could I go?

I thought back to our conversations, trying to recal something he said.

Where did he say he goes when he's not here?

I picked at my brain, digging and peaking at my memories.

I replayed the few times we met, trying to remember his words.