||𝓡𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂 𝓜𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓲𝓻𝓮|| [Kakyoin x Reader]

Chapter 3 || Ghost of the Past

*Slight Trigger Warning*

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Reminders of you

A treasure I never seemed to sought after

Unforeseen reality

Lost and broken clarity

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 Crying yourself once again last night, you can now finally see the negative effects on your being as your gaze hit the current you in front of the mirror, as if pulled from a horror movie as a hormonal teenager being over dramatic and quite dumb to explore the unknown which prompt for the beginning of a horror plot. Leaning in towards your window, with one of your hands supporting your body which laid flat in the sink and the other one you brought near your face to inspect the abominations caused by your breakdown and lack of sleep from last nights common episodes.

Shucks, look at that red puffy bags, I don't even have a boyfriend who broke up with me or something.

Chuckling at your own joke, an additional realization hit you.

I don't even have friends...

Flashbacks of the past when.....when your mother was still by your side flashed through out your mind, rendering you in a dazed state, eyes unfocused as you delved in to the past memories.

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Flashback Starts

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You were not the type to always stand out among peers, rather you value your privacy, earning you a few and joyful friends around you, the ones who always invite you to have lunch with them, again and again until it became a tradition with your little circle of friends eating and talking about stuff you all find interesting, from useless topics to theories of time that test all of your knowledge towards the subject. Moments with them were peaceful and fun, despite only having one parent which in your part is more than enough along with friends, you found days nowhere near boring.

A bittersweet smile reflected in the mirror adjacent towards yours, recent memories of them just passing you by as if you are nothing prompt for your once happy flashbacks take a sudden turn towards sad street. It was as if you just went and disappeared in their lives, yes, you quite admit that it was your fault. Ever since your mother passed away, you were the one that avoided them, sitting alone in the garden, forcing yourself to eat until you find yourself no longer have the appetite and let the tears run free, dropping towards the soft grass,cries of anguish and mourning from your mother's passing hidden away by the mumbles and buzzes of students oblivious of a classmates sadness, hiding away from the world, and indulging in the nature to comfort you.

You find it uncomfortable for people to stare and ask about your visible red puffy eyes, especially teachers and your treasured friends, with your head down, hair obscuring their sights towards your face, you trudge along the corridors and unto your seat, trying your best to remain as normal as possible and at the same time curling away from people. Almost finding yourself always staring towards the windows, shutting of the teacher's voices, as they droned about their subjects.

You were never reprimanded by them, the reason? You don't know either.

Might be because they know about my mother passing?