to the moon and back

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The pale cushions were welcoming after that session.

I laid in them, looking up at the ceiling.

Although white and pristine, it was cracked and utterly broken.

That ceiling was a mirror.

Without my sunshine, I was broken.

Without that glimmering, boxy smile, I was shattered like a fallen crystal.

I listened to the sound of my breathing.

It was reminiscent of a tenative breeze lying within the morning of autumn.

I wanted my breath to stop,

Replacing itself with silence

And unshed tears.

But I was afraid of what could lie ahead.

My sunshine gave me a warm embrace whenever I feared the dark.

He was no longer here.

. . .

The figure, my nightmare's voice, returned again.

His lips were curled up, his eyes shaped into crescents.

"Yoongi-hyung."

I rested my head in between my knees, wanting him to go away.

"Please, look at me."

Dots of scarlet b