LOST BOY.

|fifty two

as soon as he opened the door he loosened his tie and frustratedly pulled at his hair.

i quietly shut it, not wanting to bother anyone.

"fucking hell!"

i let myself slide down the door.

i brought my knees up to my chest and watched him break.

every little bit of pent up anger and pain released itself in him all at once.

his waterfall finally broke through the dam he had build up all of these years.

he was completely falling apart and all i could do was watch.

"why!" he punched his leg.

"why!" he punched it again.

"why?"

"why..."

i swallowed the lump in my throat and grabbed his hand.

it relaxed in mine.

"when everything seemed to be going well, why did this have to happen?"

i didn't reply.

i couldn't.

yoongi looked over at me with swollen, red eyes.

they were like a reflection from the past.

my own reflection from the past.

they were empty, yet drowning in tears.

i was so sick of seeing people break.

it's one thing to see it in yourself.

it's another to see it in the person you love.