Lost • Taekook •

32

40 days adrift

i can barely move.

the sun beats down mercilessly upon my already sun-burnt face as i lie face-up on the deck. if one were to spot me from a distance, they'd probably think i was dead. who knows? maybe i am.

i may as well be dead. maybe i'm in limbo, cursed to forever drift aimlessly along a never-ending sea, never to set foot on land again.  

alone.

drifting, drifting, drifting...

i should be dead.

how many days has it been? ten? a hundred? i can't remember a time when i was actually steady on my feet and not constantly retching over the side of this stupid yacht.

i want to laugh. stupid yacht, huh? there was a time when i wanted nothing more than to sail on it forever, with taehyung by my side. 

i guess, in some cruel, twisted way, the gods granted my wish. 

i manage to turn my neck stiffly towards the ledge, where taehyung's sweater sits. for a split second i see him in it, lying there with that goofy grin on his face. but i blink and then he's gone. 

i exhale shakily and close my eyes. nothing but hallucinations. i know that now. 

that day, all i had seen was a piece of plank wood. everything that had happened up until this point, i had done it alone. i survived alone.

yet i want nothing more than to die, to join you. i want to give up so badly. and it feels like i have. 

but i made a promise.

even though you weren't physically by my side, all those moments that i spent with you were real. those feelings were real. those memories were real. 

if not for me, then for you.

for you, i will keep on living.