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➌➑»It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart.«
– Finnick Odair, The Hunger GamesThis chapter is dedicated to the lovely -ceIestiaIjimin for submitting this quote.
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Even if a small part of me had assumed that he would lead me into his bedroom – the all too familiar bedroom with bloodred walls and black satin sheets – this tiny little part of me was now slightly bit disappointed.
And if I believed that we would have gone to his office instead, that was just as wrong. Because we were in the waiting area right in front of the door of his office, which was ajar because Taeyong kept going in to fetch some documents and materials.
Except for the couch and the small table in front of it, there was nothing else in the waiting area. That's why I couldn't understand why he wouldn't let us work comfortably in his office where the heating was on and it wasn't as freezing as here in the hallway. But the gentleman next to me had other plans. He even took his jacket and my bag and moved them to his office so we would have more space on the couch.
"Can I ask what you're doing?" Putting a pen on the small table in front of me, he finally sat down next to me.
"Listen to the audio, take notes, and find out the password?" I said adjusting the retro cassette player. It was self-explanatory what I was doing.
"I'll just let you do whatever," Taeyong muttered under his breath and leaned back on the couch, clearly sitting way too close to me. Though, there was not much to complain about; The aroma of his subtle cologne was as comforting as the blackest of warm summer nights, the smallest hint of it and I was transported to a field of daydreams.
Concentrate!
On an impulse and without further notice, I pressed the button ▶ ᴘʟᴀʏ.
𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥.
Although this time I had prepared myself mentally to hear my mother's voice, it still stung my heart when her voice sounded so real. I took the pen in my hand and started to write down her words. The audio started just like the one from the meeting before, as if it was a countdown of seconds.
𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵.
I was wondering what she was talking about and whether or not this audio was something she had planned herself or if other's had cut those pieces together after her passing. I gulped. Thinking about her last days was painful and I tried my best to only concentrate on the words on not on her.
𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦.
Something in me seemed to have an inkling of who she meant when she talked about Him. She seemed to be telling a story, something that had happened to her on a particular day.
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