"You were right here all along, It's like you're my mirror. My mirror staring back at me."
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She created something, more like a someone.
Her very own imaginary guardian angel, to protect her, from anything that can hurt...
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Hazel
"I'm tired so I think I'm going to take a nap." I tiredly say to Taehyung to excuse myself after I've been quiet and didn't know what else to reply back to him about having to lock Yoongi away.
Yes, I am tired but I did not have the energy to cry in front of him knowing I will be burdening him with problem after problem. Taehyung looks at me with confused but worried eyes but still nods, understanding.
I give him a reassuring smile which makes him smile before I wrap my arms around his neck, thankful he has helped me so far while making him staying still in his place, surprised by my actions but wraps his arms around my back.
I pull away from the embrace and give him one last smile before getting off the couch and standing up, making my way to the front door with Taehyung following behind me as I put my shoes on. I unlock the door and open it for me to exit out of his house while his left hand is on the door knob. I give him a small wave of goodbye, him giving me one back in return as I head back to my place.
I stand in front of my door as now my shaky hands grab my keys from the pocket of my joggers and insert the house key into the keyhole before I twist the key and unlock the door. As I open the door, entering in the silent house of mine, once I hear my door click shut behind me, that's when I feel my heart drop as my lips quiver.
I feel my legs lose strength to stand so I lean my back against the door and slide down until my ass lands onto the floor. My eyes slowly begin to burn as I try to resist the urge to cry but when my eyes meet his across the end of the short hallway, my vision begins to blur.
"Oh Hazel." I hear him softly say as he walks towards me, making my tears now fall from my eyes as I look up at him. He slowly crouches down to my level in front of me until we are eye to eye, both of his veiny pale hands on top of both of my knees. I begin to shake my head repeatedly, refusing to hear any excuse he tries to come up with to comfort me and reassure me that it was okay.
It seems that he understood as he doesn't say anything expect he pulls me into his arms, making me sob as I hold onto him tightly while his right hand is placed on the back of my head and his left hand on my back, rubbing imaginary shapes to help ease my cries.
"Shhh, don't cry anymore." Yoongi says with a worried tone. I pull away, my hands simply gripping tightly onto his black shirt as I stare into his eyes. Yoongi brings his hand up to wipe my tears using his thumb before using his black sleeves to gently pat onto my eyes to absorb the wetness from my eyelashes.
"I don't-" I start but he cuts me off. "We'll talk about it tomorrow, for now, you need food in your system since you didn't eat any breakfast. Come on." He says before standing up and extends out his right hand for me to take. I look up at him before slowly bringing up my right hand and put my small hands into his as he softly grips my hands enough to help me stand up.
