A second chance.
That was what I wished for.
The one thing I prayed for every night before I sleep. The one thing I prayed for, at the very night before I woke up in an entirely different life.
A new life.
My second chance.
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I was 30 years old wh...
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(Jungkook's POV)
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Song Companion: Let You Go - Faime
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—First Life, year 2015—
The apartment was dark and quiet when I entered. When nobody answered me even after I spent ten minutes pressing the bell and knocking on the front door, I figured nobody was home. Thank goodness I had the spare keys he gave me last summer so I managed to get in without having to wait for him to return, or else I would probably end up sitting out in the hallway like a bum.
Looking around in the dark, I felt surprisingly more welcomed being here than I felt back home. I had been in this place a lot of times before that I knew my way around like the back of my hand. There was no need for me to turn the lights on before finding my way to the huge sofa in the living room. I sat there by myself, letting the silence engulf me as my mind went back to what had happened earlier today, as my father's demeaning voice kept ringing inside my head, over and over again.
I had no idea how much time had passed, but I kept sitting there with my head hanging low, my forearms resting on my knees as if I was not only losing grip of reality and my future, but also of myself. And I was sitting in that same way, unflinching even as the sound of the front door's locks clicking was heard, followed by the sound of the door opening and closing, breaking the silence.
