The world has fallen into the hands of greed and chaos and no one knows what to do. It's as though they are being punished by the God they once played.
The punishment for delving into higher powers man was not meant to touch. The punishment for the...
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I lied.
I wasn't tired. I was hungry. But I needed to be alone. With my thoughts. By myself.
The blanket was thrown across my head now, trying to ignore the way my back uncomfortably melts into the floor as I stare into the darkness. On a small gap from the blanket can I see into the darkness of the room.
My head's starting to hurt.
I feel like I'll begin imagining things if I stare too long. Fuck, how much longer do I have to pretend to be strong. I'm getting restless and I'm keeping up this mask 24/7.
I'm also beginning to get an unhealthy attachment to them. I'm feeling anger for them, caring for them. Worrying myself about them when I shouldn't be.
How did I get into this situation?
I would have never expected to feel so strongly about it. It pisses me off. What the fuck am I doing.
A small groan escapes my lips before I realise it, my heads hurting more now.
Breathe properly Jeongin. Maybe it'll calm down.
It's so uncomfortable down on the hard floor, no matter how much I adjust, twist and turn, I can't relax. I could try and actually sleep, not fake it but this headache is plaguing any real chance of it.
Fuck, I need to start finding ways to be alone. I don't know how much longer I can keep it up.
I close my eyes for a moment, squeezing tightly from the desire to let go. Let go of what? That's a difficult question.
After a moment, I open them again, taking in the same space of the room. Yet somehow, something's different.
Something takes up the space beside the right side of the bed. It's a familiar figure in my vision, it's always there in the dark.
I learnt not to be afraid though, staring right back into its eyes as they bore into my slumped figure by the wall.
It never moves. It doesn't make a noise. It only stares with wide big eyes, unmoving and silent. I don't move either, my bodies frozen but I'm not worried.
I don't fight my demons anymore. It's unwise to. Before, I feared them, they kept me up during the night. I would scream and cry, willing it away. But now all I can do is watch it.
Almost like it's a guardian, follows me everywhere, hiding in the dark.
Maybe it'll have the answers I need. Maybe it'll tell me what to do with this newfound attachment. Maybe it'll guide me, but not anywhere near the light.
I sit up slightly after a low moment, the tense moment gone as my body finally relaxes into itself.
What will you do.
I freeze, not a moment later. I shouldn't have relaxed but I didn't expect for it to talk to me. It had never spoken before, but the low, rumbling voice that spoke into the room told me I wasn't imagining it.
I'd ignore that it spoke, pretend it's not glaring into me as I close my eyes.
What will you do.
It said again. And only now did it realise it began to rock on the balls of its feet. What's going on.
I don't know whether or not to answer.
What happens when you crack.
What happens when I crack.
I don't know how to answer such a question.
I could only stare as it rocked, its figure swaying as it stared, bright eyes at me. It had never spoken before. It had never moved before. Why had it decided to move and talk. There had always been restraint but now it's letting go of it facade perhaps?
"What will I do when I crack." I whispered almost unconsciously, staring back into its intense gaze. At my words, something close to a grin was forming on the creature. It had won. I had spoken and forgotten to ignore it. Fuck.
Human. Monster. You're all the same.
Now this is something I already knew. So I couldn't tell whether it was something that I had thought out loud or the figure.
But I would answer anyways.
"I know."
Will you let yourself break out?
That question had me shaking my head, I would allow that. No matter the circumstances I would not break. But maybe that was inevitable.
Break. Crack. Break. Crack.
You don't have much time left.
Was this a warning? A threat. I already knew that I was running out of time.
I should figure out what's my next step. My mask is breaking it seems. And no monster in the dark is about to tell me how to hold it together.
An:
Can anyone guess what he's talking about?
Also I forgot to mention but as well as romantic partners and soulmates in this, there are platonic pairs. Can you guess the pairs?
