Me Before You

Realisation

Waves of memories came crashing down on Yoora. There was nothing that she could do but allow the sudden onslaught of unwanted pain assault her mind. Different scenes whirled around in her mind, the memories not really stopping for her to remember what the memory was about or when it was from.

The only thing she could tell was that they were all the most agonizing memories of her life. The ones that made her wish that she was dead. She didn't want anything to do with them. She buried her head into her knees as she curled up into a ball on the floor. Scrunching her eyes shut, she willed for the memories to stop. To no avail.

She squeezed them tight to the point where she had begun to see stars, but they only added to the emotional mess inside her head.

A knock on the door had her up on her feet as she wiped her face, attempting to erase the tear tracts that lined her cheeks. She was still in a daze when the door opened, unwanted memories still floating around her head albeit slower than the whirlwind from earlier. She leaned against the wall, trying to support herself as Rui Ya and Trisha walked in.

"So we looked into the music equipment, and there was nothing odd-" Rui Ya stopped mid-speech as she saw the state her leader was in.

Trisha immediately crossed the room to stand in front of Yoora, worried eyes scanning her body.

"It's nothing, something stupid. You were saying?" Yoora waved off the worry.

"Uh...okay... So um, yeah, there was no problem with the music equipment. Only weird thing is that no one had ordered it."

Yoora nodded processing the information.

"Okay, thanks. If that's all you guys can go," she said, dismissing them.

"But... are you okay?" Trisha asked.

There was a long pause before Yoora replied.

"I will be," she sighed softly.

Accepting her response, despite the lack of hope that could clearly be detected, the Golden Duo left the room.

As soon as the door closed, Yoora fell onto the bed and stared at the ceiling. There was nothing on her mind, completely devoid of any thoughts or feelings. Yet, everything was on her mind. It wasn't the first time she's felt this way. But the feeling never gets old, it's always a new experience, more painful than the last.

She was completely lost in thought that she hadn't realised that the door had opened and someone had entered the room.

"What's on your mind?" the question startling her from her stupor.

She shot up from the bed and looked at Jungkook.

A string of curses had been at the tip of her tongue, but seeing the boy's state, Yoora decided to let it go. Simply put, he looked like shit.

Jungkook's eyes were red and puffy, his hair all stood in different angles as if he had been pulling at it. Which judging by what had happened, was very possible.

"Nothing much," Yoora replied to the question he had asked when he had entered the room.

Sighing, Jungkook sat on the bed, facing Yoora.

"We both know that's not true. You look as bad as I do," Jungkook pointed out, not beating around the bush.

"Whatever, but what's up with you? Hoseok looked close to ripping you to shreds. What the hell did you do to make him so angry? And why was Jimin crying?" Yoora bombarded him with questions.

Yoora knew the answers to all these questions, but she wanted to hear it from Jungkook.

Jungkook pinched the bridge of his nose, as he recalled what had happened. The full consequences of his actions and the argument in Jimin and Hoseok's room hadn't hit him until after they had all turned their back on him.