❝Scar : 28❞ || Kim Taehyung ||

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Meeting : 1
08.28
16:53

Solemnly hiding behind everyone and looking down towards the floor. It was as if she had mastered the art of staring at the ground.

"Your order number is 28." The employee smiled. She tried to but couldn't.

He glanced at her. 28.

Time trickled by. She was left alone. Mingling and engaging a war within herself, neglecting the world outside.

"Order number 28!" The employee called but she never noticed. She was too fazed to even hear.

He glanced again. "I'll give it to her" He said.

Wearing a black attire, head to toe, he looked more like a grim reaper than a human.

An idea struck him.

"Cheer up" Was all he said.

Instantly, she perked her head up. Notifying that she has successfully logged out of her mind.

She saw the cup of coffee, and a note. She instinctively looked at the grim reaper passing by.

His face hidden by a cap and the shade of his hood made his features hard to see but his bottom face was bare, allowing the sun to shine perhaps.

She caught glimpse of it. His smile. A small yet gentle smile. It was as if time slowed down and all she could see was a smile. His smile.

He had glanced at her a few times but he never saw her features clearly either due to the black mask she was wearing. The moment he tilted his head, he saw a pair of big, brown eyes curiously gazing at him while long and straight, black hair dropped behind her shoulders

It was as if time slowed down and all he could see were her eyes. Eyes reflecting a deep ocean, full of waves but the ad-lib was present. An ad-lib of the dark sea, signifying hurt and pain.

Both of them snapped out of it.

It seemed like the moment went for hours but in reality it was just a second. A second it took for all. A second it took for stories to collide. A second it took to change a story. And combine them together.

He left alone.

She was left alone.

To cope up with the odd sense of lose, she averted her attention to the cup of coffee left by the guy. She pushed all of the thoughts that were bugging her to the back of her mind.

A small and sheepish smile made way to her face, remembering how she was lost in her own thoughts to the point that a random stranger had to help her made her flush red in embarrassment.

Conversing with people always proved to be a challenge for her but strangely this time she felt a feeling of peculiar displeasure for herself. Why? Even she didn't know but a thought on the back of her mind nagged her. Maybe because I wanted to talk to him.

She slightly shook her head and decided that she was utterly tired and was just making up absurd theories.

Heaving a sigh, she lifted her cup of coffee but something else caught her attention. A small folded paper. Curiously and cautiously, she lifted it up and opened it.

Troubles come and go but they'll at times stay with you unless and until you don't let them go yourself.

If you're troubled let out your feelings, pour them out on a piece of paper and burn it or whatever, but do it. At times when you feel like crying, cry to your heart's content. We're all like glasses. See through and easy to shatter. People will constantly try to trip the glass over so they can make space for themselves.