Tomorrow is a blur for everyone but not for her. She knows too well that her future is just a repeat of her past. Bloody. Cold. Bruised. That will be her. Will she risk to have that tomorrow again just to treasure the blink of happiness before it w...
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Someone screamed my name with great sorrow. But it was too late. I felt the void fetching me from the ashes of his own doing.
- Memory Journal: The Plague page 20 -
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Bright. Blinding. Blaring.
The light is so hot as it touches her skin. Too hot. It's burning. Yet her heart welcomes it, as if it lives and thrives with the glory of it, including the thousands of sparkling balls of light that bangs with the dance beats, which resonates with each pore and vibrates through the very core of her soul.
Her heart palpitates and expands, as if bursting, so much elated... so much alive.
It's pleasure. It's heaven. The adrenaline trembles through the nerves akin to the strongest coffee that had been consumed for the third time. It's an addiction... a glorified addiction.
Kim Namjoon
Kim Seokjin
Min Yoongi
Jung Hoseok
Park Jimin
Kim Taehyung
Jeon Jungkook
BTS!
Thousands of people chant. It's quenching the thirst on her throat... on her skin... on her heart. It's like a blessing to her crippled bones and constricted muscles. It glows energy within.
She busks on it more.
Experiencing this as a mere spectator is already phenomenal, but seeing such sight on the stage is another. The seven of them on the giant screens is one thing, but seeing and almost touching them by her side is a whole unexplainable bliss. It's beyond she had wondered. She couldn't help but feel so overwhelmed.
Her eyes well. The tears brim limitlessly.
"Hello! We are BTS!" She hears the usual introduction and the entire stadium quake.
"How great." Her voice comes out low and deep. It's so foreign yet so familiar. The timbre is honey laced and growls with a tremble. Its echo calls for more chants... for more screams.
She feels a touch on her back, making her turn and see the most beautiful pair of starlit eyes. They shimmer and twinkle but then slits in worry.
"Hyung?"
'Hyung?' Her mind parrots in question.
Something stirs. Her head aches with something other than the deafening chants of the people around and the vibration that comes with it. And then her gaze lands to each of them. Strands of their immaculate hairs are wet with sweat, muscles puffing out as their chests heaves as they breathe. They look so wonderful... so beautiful. Their skins are like porcelain, glistening and flawless with the tint of reds as they flush with exhaustion... from dancing... from singing...
