I do believe in your galaxy//KTH FF

63

Turning my attention to the window, I observed the half moon casting its gentle glow. Lost in reflection, I suddenly felt a chill on my hands as the wind blow. I looked at my hands only to  realise my hands were stained with blood.

Panic set in as I attempted to rid myself of the stains, only to find them persistently reappearing, a haunting reminder of the lives I had taken earlier that day. My head spinning with Their faces flashed before me, accusing me of being a murderer.  They start branding me a monster.

The whispers grew louder, accusing me of being a monster, a murderer like my brother. I opened my eyes only to see the blood stains on the bed I'm sitting in. I rushed to the bathroom.  I started washing my hands in the running water but it kept reappearing.  I heard the bathroom door banging.  I turned around to see the one I killed walking with blood strain on them -  walking towards me Repeating the word Monster.

Just as I felt consumed by guilt and fear, a gentle hand pulled me from the depths of my despair. It was Taehyung, always there when I needed him most. His presence alone was enough to soothe my troubled mind, reminding me that I was not alone in facing my demons. With his comforting embrace, the whispers faded into the background, replaced by a sense of reassurance and belonging. Taehyung's unwavering support was my anchor in the storm of doubt and self-condemnation.

With his calming words, he eased my fears, guiding me back to our bedroom. Despite the comfort he provided, a nagging feeling tugged at my conscience—I needed to check on my Minji and the house. Unable to voice my concerns to Taehyung, I fabricated an excuse about fetching clothes, which he accepted without question.

With a heavy heart, I left him sleeping peacefully, promising to return soon. But as I ventured out into the night, the weight of my burdens threatened to overwhelm me, each step forward a testament to the strength and resilience needed to face the challenges that lay ahead.

The cab ride home was a blur, the streets passing by like fleeting memories. As I arrived, my heart sank at the sight of the crime scene tape crisscrossing our once familiar entrance. Yellow labels marked the aftermath of tragedy, and a somber aura hung over the house like a heavy fog. People moved about inside, collecting what remained, but I couldn't bear to face them.

Sneaking through the entrance gate, I sought solace in the garden , the only place where I could speak freely without fear of judgement. Sitting on the weathered bench, I summoned the courage to whisper into the air, calling out to Minji, my confidante .

"Minji, can we speak?" My voice barely above a breath, as if afraid to disturb the delicate balance between our worlds.

And then, her voice, soft and ethereal, reached my ears. "Y/N, you're here." Relief flooded through me at the sound of her familiar tone, a balm to my shattered soul.

"Are you okay?" Her concern, never wavered.

"I guess I'm still sane," I replied, attempting to muster a semblance of normalcy amidst the chaos of loss.

Her touch, though intangible, warmed my cheeks as she spoke words of reassurance. "You will be okay." I nodded my head leaning into her touch.

"Can't you leave the house?" I asked, hoping against hope for a different reality.

"It's not that simple," she explained, her voice tinged with longing and resignation. "I grew up here. All my memories are here. I can't just abandon this place."

Her words resonated with me, echoing my own sentiments. This house held a lifetime of memories, both joyous and heartbreaking, woven into its very foundation.

"I feel the same," I confessed, a shared understanding bridging the gap between us. "But what can we do?" I said looking at the building in this new state - windows and doors shattered.  Walls with bullet holes.  Furniture in pieces.  Curtains torn.