Walking away felt like its own kind of pain, and the hope I had inside me died; it had long since lost its meaning. In the chill of the evening, every step weighed on me-bones aching, skin stinging, as if each movement tore something loose inside. My tears burned against the cold wind, searing rather than soothing. "Please," I whispered, the word slipping out like a fragile, fading prayer. "Do you want me to touch you like this, Daisy?" Each step drags, my feet heavy against the ground, every footprint feeling like I'm leaving a piece of myself behind, like my soul is slipping away with each one. My senses dull, my energy drains, until all that's left is a hollow, aching emptiness. "Have anyone made you feel like this?" The tears I had been holding back finally spilled over, cascading freely down my face. I didn't bother wiping them away. There was no point anymore. I had spent too long trying to be strong, trying to convince myself that I could let him go, that I could bury everything I felt and walk away. "Do me Jungkook, p-please." But love is cruel like that. And I would leave with it, with all the love I still carried for him tucked quietly inside my heart. I would carry it for the rest of my life. "With all the pleasure, Daisy." The sun sinks lower, shadows stretching as night draws near. With a heavy heart, I force my feet forward, each step pulling me farther from the possibility of him-of us. Or maybe I had simply read everything wrong. Maybe Yoongi was wrong, and he wasn't here because he never felt the same way I did. Maybe I was foolish to think I could be the exception. I should have known better. I should never have let myself fall for someone like Jungkook, someone who had always made it clear that he didn't believe in love. NOTE: This book was completed in 2020 and is being rewritten this year. All Rights Reserved ©2026 ©narahkris #wattys2019

~ AVAILABLE ON AMAZON: https://www.amazon.com/dp/164434193X ~ She hated riding the subway. It was cramped, smelled, and the seats were extremely uncomfortable to sit on for hours on end. Now add a group of crazy mask-wearing, weapon-wielding, maniacs to the ever growing list of reasons why Gemma hated riding the subway. Gemma Conners is your average eighteen year old and for the past two years she's been riding the subway to and from school with no problem. She always expected the same ol' same ol'. Cramped spaces, hard seats, and perverts staring her up and down and "accidentally" bumping into her and blaming it on the train as it jostled people into one another. Never did she expect a group of masked men to rush in and hold everyone onboard hostage, demanding that they all play along with their sick and twisted idea of a "game". It was either that or die. To add on to her ever growing list of problems, one of the passengers onboard just so happens to be Archer Daniels, your typical high school "heartthrob" and Gemma's classmate. Her day just kept getting better and better. With Gemma's luck, she'd be lucky if she lasted five minutes. Yep. She really hated the subway. *Book Cover Credit: Irah Marie* Thanks again for making such an AMAZING cover!❤️