"You know, you are more of a freak than I thought."
"I didn't know I am like that either. Guess I have to blame you for this."
"Believe me babygirl this wasn't even half of what I can show you."
❖
A girl without freedom.
Living under the strict cont...
I still kept in touch with Suri. She asked everyday if I heard something from Yoongi.
My answer was everyday the same.
No
I didn't
I didn't want to push him. But it was killing me, not to know how he felt. If he was doing fine or if he needed my help.
Tch, what am I saying.
Of course he needed my help.
But I was too much of a coward to simply text him.
I didn't want to cause any more damage than already was done.
I felt like our life became like living in a glass house. One wrong step, one little stone and everything would shatter.
And this small stone could either be me or Yoongi.
It was 3am.
I sat on my windowsill with closed eyes, my legs were hanging out of the opened window as I let the air of the warm summer night hit my face.
I just wished that the wind could lift me up and bring me to a place that was far, far away from Seoul.
A place that didn't remind me of all the hardships I had to face in here.
A place with Yoongi.
Yoongi
My eyes shot open.
"Yoongi." I mumbled and I felt tears streaming down my emotionless face.
Why does your pain hurt me that much? Why is your sorrow mine?
Please make it stop.
I heard the door of my room crack open and felt the presence of my mother behind me.
"I wish there was a man I would care for as much as you care for him." She said.
I only shook my head, "No. It's the worst."
She laughed silently, "Genuinely caring for someone means that you are selfless. Being selfless means that you are hero. You are his hero Y/N. Whatever he is going through right now. Be by his side."
I gulped, "How can I help him? I'm not even able to help my self. I'm unexperienced and clumsy, how am I supposed to heal him?"
I looked at my mother who also leaned out of the window, her dark hair swaying in the slight breeze.
"I probably am the last person to be asked that kind of question. But in my opinion... before you heal someone ask him if he's willing to let go the things that made him sick. Letting go means freedom. Help him to be free."
She glanced at my side profile.
"Just like he helped you to be free."
I stared at my mother who I had thought was a cold and manipulative woman for so many years.
Realizing that she wasn't made me realize one more thing.
I hugged her, "I forgive you."
I felt her smile, "That's all I ever wanted to hear." She sighed out.
^._.^
I'm sobbing
And did you see the concept photos? I'm so hyped for their new album
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