THE UNKNOWN STALKER [KTH FF]

The missing piece

THE UNKNOWN STALKER PART 70....
The_seven_signs

Y/n's pov-

As I step into the old familiar room, it's as though time stands still. The moment I close the door behind me, I'm immediately engulfed by the scent of the old wood, the faint traces of lavender from the sheets, and the soft, comforting warmth of the space. The room, untouched, as if frozen in time. Nothing has changed. Not the posters on the wall, not the soft pink curtains that flutter slightly from the breeze outside, and not the shelves filled with the small mementos of my childhood. It all feels the same.

But it's not. It can't be.

Two years. Two whole years have passed since I last stood here. The last time I was in this room, I was still living with my parents before I married Taehyung. The last time, I was just a girl with dreams, with love, with a future ahead of me. I thought I had it all figured out. I never could've imagined where I'd be now. Divorced, living alone, so much changed, so much broken, and yet I find myself standing here, in this room again, trying to find some piece of myself that I feel has been lost.

I take a slow breath, stepping further into the space, my feet instinctively moving toward the bed. The soft quilt on top still looks the same, the comforter is the same shade of light pink I had picked out when I was younger. The room feels like it's holding onto the past, refusing to let go of who I once was, who I thought I could be.

Sitting down at the edge of the bed, I run my fingers across the fabric, memories flooding my mind in an overwhelming rush. The sound of my mom calling me to dinner, the hours spent studying late into the night, the laughter of my friends when they used to come over. And Taehyung... I shake my head, trying to push away the thoughts of him, the echoes of the pain, the constant tug-of-war in my heart.

But I can't deny it anymore. My whole life has been a series of steps, shifts in the path I never saw coming. And here I am, standing on the edge of a new chapter, a new reality I don't quite understand yet.

The room feels... heavy. The weight of all these emotions crashing over me, the questions, the uncertainties. It's all too much to process. I just need... I need space to breathe. To think.

My eyes flicker toward the light switch. The familiar flick of it makes my heart race. I've never liked darkness. The mere thought of being in a room with the lights off has always sent waves of anxiety through me. As a child, I couldn't sleep without a nightlight, my room never fully dark. I hated the silence, the emptiness, the feeling of being alone with my thoughts.

But tonight... tonight, something feels different. Maybe it's the overwhelming need to face everything that's been pushed down, maybe it's the desperate desire to make sense of the chaos that's become my life.

I take a deep breath, my fingers trembling slightly as I reach up and flick the light switch. The room is immediately swallowed by the darkness, the kind of quiet that feels deafening, suffocating. My heart races as my eyes adjust, but I don't turn the lights back on. I stay still, trying to let the silence seep into me, trying to convince myself that this is the comfort I need.

It's terrifying. It's unsettling. But it's also strangely calming, like the world is finally giving me space to pause, to breathe, to just... exist without the noise.

I close my eyes and let the darkness wrap around me like a blanket. I allow myself to feel small, vulnerable, like I used to feel as a child. But instead of fear, I feel a strange sense of acceptance. It's as if, for the first time in so long, I'm letting go of the need to control everything.

But then all of a sudden the darkness feels like it's closing in on me, its weight heavier than I anticipated. I try to breathe, but it feels like the air has thickened, like I'm drowning in it. The silence, the emptiness, it presses on me, suffocating me in ways I can't explain. For a moment, it gave me comfort, a small sense of peace, like I was finally stepping into something real, something raw. But now, it feels like it's pulling me down into something darker, something I can't escape. The quiet is deafening, the absence of light too overwhelming.