Enigma
Description
Sitting on the old dock, a spot nobody knows exists but you, you finally find peace. Surrounded by dense, green foliage, with your guitar in your lap, it's like nothing else exists. Not the distressed, pity filled looks, not the fog of denial that envelops your very soul, and definitely not the bestfriend who was never going to come back home. Your mom and dad tried to get through the impenetrable wall you'd put up around your feelings, but not even a bullet could pierce through it and save you. You'd put up a facade, one of anger and spite, hoping to scare away anyone who was going to try and help you. In your mind, you were beyond help, a soul who had gotten lost on its way home, and was too stupid to follow the road signs back. Being the bestfriend of the star of the 11 o'clock news was draining, and everytime you the TV you had to be reminded of what had taken place, what had gone down the night you could've sworn your world stopped turning.
The night your bestfriend, Jeon Jungkook, went missing.
Foreword
Lee Azalea is in pain. Not physical pain like you get when you stub your toe, and not the emotional pain following a bad breakup. No, this pain is much worse, the kind that eats you from the inside out and consumes you, leaving nothing but a shell of who you once were. The kind of pain only those who have experienced it themselves truly know and relate to. The pain of loss. The subtle twinge in your brain that, although it allows you to go about your normal day, keeps you shrouded in its wispy, gray arms. The perpetual feeling of leaving your cellphone at home; missing. The only time Azalea feels at peace, is sitting on an old dock she and her bestfriend, Jungkook, had stumbled across a few years back, long before the constant tears and oppression, and even longer before the one you were closest to was snatched and taken just out of reach, a fingertip's lenth away. You see, when you lose a piece of yourself in only a matter of hours, you can never recover what you've lost, there's always a hole where the piece should be, and always the regret of not doing more to rescue it. However, sometimes, someone can come along and add onto you, not filling in the gaps or trying to mend all of the cracks, but affixing a brand new piece onto your heart, one that makes you feel much less empty than you had felt before. Think of it as having a hole torn in your sock, although the sock will never look the same, with the help of a needle and some thread, you can reduce the hole until it's only a mildly annoying lump in between your toes. The thread used to repair it can still be felt, but the hole itself is not. If you get lucky enough and find the right thread and needle, there's a way to put the pieces back together, however, not always a way to erase what had already happened. Had you told all of this to Azalea only a matter of months ago, she probably would've looked at you as though you'd gone mad, and told you "he WAS my needle and thread". However, like the first day of spring, change is sweeping through all corners of Lee Azalea's life, and that change has a name.
Kim Taehyung.
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