stars.

14 - hope

— h.o.p.e
hold on pain ends.

☁︎︎

he's slipping.

slipping from my hold. my fingertips.

seconds turned into minutes. minutes turned into hours. hours turned into days. days turned into weeks. and he's getting worse.

skin as pale as a blank canvas. lips as chapped as a blister.
eyes as dull as the night itself, but without stars sprinkling stardust in your way.

it's worsening every second.

we were together just a few months ago, what happened now?

do i let him go? do i keep him safe in my arms? i prayed and prayed with sleepless nights. no use.

"jungkook, hey baby it's gonna be okay." i whispered and patted his back.

he let out a loud grunt and balled a fist into my shirt.

red. the name itself is disgusting.

"i-it hurts." and he puked more red.

i wanted to kiss him and tell him everything is gonna be fine.

but that would all be a lie.

he puked more and more.

his fists crumbled up my shirt second by second but i really didn't care.

he looked up to me with his mouth hung open and drops of red falling off of his lips.

my eyes stung and i blinked the tears away.

he wiped the blood with the back of his hand,
"what are we gonna do now?" he choked out.

i smiled,
"hope."

he smiled and his used to be fist let go of my shirt as his skinny body collapsed on the bathroom floor.

i gasped and bellowed for my parents to call the ambulance.

i held him in my arms as dawn witnessed everything with teary eyes.

i cried like a hurricane, tears streaming out of my face nonstop and falling on his used to be chubby cheeks.

i just hope he will hold on. his pain will end soon, i know it.

☁︎︎

— hi.