reconcile || taehyung✔️

십사

"mom?"

i freeze, but only for a moment. i slowly lift my head. my eyes stare into yours, as if you know i'm here.

"you can hear me?" i ask reaching out to touch your hand. a hand i haven't touched in so long. i yearn for those days, when i was alive.

all that fills the air is silence. you shake your head in disbelief, there's no way your dead mom can communicate to you.

impossible.

you struggle. in the end you steady yourself and stand up. a tad wobbly, you limp away from the pool of blood that stains the grass.

"she's dead taehyung," my son mummers.