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S2 ~ 27: Concerning

There's this again.

The warm gush of wind blew my jet-black hair, albeit softly, into tangles. But a tiny hand, despite shaking, held my unkempt hair gingerly. With a touch that seemed hesitant to caress my cheek— but why? It wasn't mine, but the person in front of me.

A smile adorned her lips, but as I saw her eyes— it was flooded with something else. It felt out of place with her beautiful smile.

It made me want to wipe it off her.

But before I could, my parents carried me away. "Daddy, going home?"

     "We are, Jimin."

I pouted my tiny lips. "Don't wanna! I didn't say goodbye! Go back! Back!"

     "Jimin!" I instantly wailed at Dad's loud voice. "That's enough, or we will never go back there."

I balled into my tiny fist, hitting and kicking the car seat. "No! No! No! I hate you, Daddy! I hate you too, Mommy! I don't understand! Don't take me away!"

     "Jimin, honey," Mommy gently wipes my tears away. Her hand is warm and trembling, the same with my friend. "No one is taking anyone away, not you or your friend. We'll be back, okay? Aren't you a big girl already? We will see your friend again."

I sniffled and held out my finger. "Pinky promise? I will see her again... Mommy?"

     "Alright, dear. Mommy pinky promises—"

     "And Daddy too?"

     "Uh, yes. Your dad too." I smiled so wide. "Now, wipe your tears, my darling."

As Mom wiped my tears, her hands were still shaking. "Mom? Are you cold?"

     "No. Why, you ask?"

     "You keep shaking!" I giggled. "I have a jacket. You can borrow, Mommy."

Mom and Dad shared a glance while I curiously stared at them. After a round of silence, Mom kissed my temple affectionately.

My sight became heavier.

With my tiny hands, I held my mother's dress. "Mommy? Where are we going? Why is — not coming with us? I don't understand."

     "You'll understand it, my dear, just not now. So please forgive us... I'll wake you up when we arrive, my sweetheart."

–

Warm.

That's what I felt every time I woke up. Tears are falling, the warmth it holds forever scarred in my damp pillows every once in a while.

This time wasn't any exception.

I don't know how I feel— I feel so lonely. Can someone help me? I didn't know what to say; I didn't want to make anyone worry again; no one should concern themselves about me again.

     "Why am I miserable?"

     "No, you aren't." As I squinted my eyes to see better, I saw Ning by the door with a deepened frown. "You were muttering in your sleep. Who was it this time?"