He awoke to the sound of Nothing. If loneliness was a sound would it sound like this? Taehyung enjoyed it either way, the way Nothing just slipped into him almost as if were a normal thing to do. But it wasn't. 

I'm sure you'd like to take a visit to the past, maybe even into the future but I don't think he'd want that. The present was him comfort zone and anything to come between the two was banished in a heartbeat. Taehyung felt it was neccesary to talk to him everyday, he should've let go but he didn't. A silent buzz hung around, it was like a fly that you could never quite kill but eventually you did. He stayed the next to the phone, next to his small spark of happiness.

But sparks eventually die out. 

"Good morning." Taehyung knew there was no one on the other side of the line, but just the thought of someone listening gave him hope. Of course no one heard him, nor did anyone want to hear him. Who would want to hear the sobs of a heart-broken teen? How can your heart be fixed yet it breaks at the same time? 

All answers led to her. One of the rare mysteries that Taehyung found himself absorbed in, Yoojung. 

"It was nice." He spoke again into the phone, some would describe the teen as a madman but was he really mad or was he just stuck in his nightmares? 

- No reply. 

"The happiness" taehyung replied to a non existant voice that probably would've replied with 'what was?'

His heart his hurt, how can someone have the power to heal but to break into even smaller pieces? So many questions yet no answers. There lay Kim Taehyung, the mystery that even himself got lost into. The loud banging on the motel door is what awoke