Lachrymose
Description
Taehyung is a detective charged with the task of solving a centuries-old cold case. Every twenty years exactly, three women would be murdered on three consecutive nights. If the pattern is correct Taehyung's got four months to crack the case and find the killer before anyone else can be killed. With no other options, he calls upon an old friend from junior high that might have the answers.
Ten years ago, Amaris was given a gift that she didn't ask for. This gift made her the vessel for the all-seeing Oracle. Ever since that day, she was no longer Amaris. Now, she was the Oracle who people traveled far and wide to hear. And when a traveler with a familiar face comes by in need of assistance, Amaris agrees to help him. The only problem is:
he doesn't believe she can do it.
Foreword
"Do you know what my name means?" She asked without looking back.
"Can't say I do," Taehyung admitted. Standing beside her, he felt like there was a lot he didn't know.
"It means 'given by god,'" she said, "many think my gift was given by god."
"And you don't think so?" Taehyung asked as she came to a stop at the top of the stairs.
"No." She turned around to look at him and he saw something terribly sad in her eyes. "I don't."
"What's the hardest part?" Taehyung searched her sad eyes, looking for a glimmer of life in them. "Of being Oracle, I mean. Is it the flocks of people? The expectations? The weight of seeing the future?"
"What does it matter to you?" She looked him up and down before turning back around and continuing into a dimly lit room. "You don't even believe that the Oracle exists."
"I'm just curious," Taehyung replied.
"I think the worst part is the loss," she muttered, "I’ve lost everything. Of all the things I’ve lost, though, I miss my mind the most. I’m not just me anymore. I can’t think my own thoughts. A lot of the time, I don’t know if it’s me in here or the oracle."
And when she turned around to look at Taehyung once more, he finally saw something in her eyes other than lifeless sadness. Now, he saw her pain, her fire. She was a stranger in her own body, forced to share a space made only for one.
A/N: THIS IS MY FIRST REAL SUPERNATURAL FIC AND I'M VERY EXCITED FOR IT TO START. I HOPE YOU GUYS ARE AS EXCITED AS I AM. THIS WAS WRITTEN FOR WILDFIRE WRITING CONTEST. CLICK THE BANNER BELOW TO CHECK IT OUT. THE PROMPT I USED WAS "OF ALL THE THINGS I'VE LOST, I MISS MY MIND THE MOST."
Thanks to the ever lovely somtingwong for the poster and background!
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