"In the blurry memories,

From the other side of my dreams

You call out to me."

-Lucid Dream : Monogram

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Slamming her body onto the clean sheets of her bed, her pupils fixated onto the wide ceiling whilst her mind wondered back to the walk she had with Beomgyu. Despite him leaving, the weight of his touch seemed to linger on her skin.

The curtains somewhat danced with the tranquil wind as the four walls of the girl's room shone from the moonlight that illuminated through the opened windows.

The hazy lights that covered her comfort zone made a precious possession of the girl glimmer catching Ryujin's attention.

And there it happens again, where the subconscious part of her mind began to recall all the things she wanted to forget.

+×+

Ever since I grew up in this household, the only brightest memory that I had- except meeting Beom in my dreams was whenever I played with her.

'Till this day, I don't remember much about her nor her face but we had some admirable relation with one another before we were forced to be separated.

She always distracted me whenever we heard those usual shouts, screams and cries coming from outside our playroom.

She always told me that it was going to be okay. That I was going to be okay- and I didn't understand what she meant as I thought all famililies were like this.

Hearing those brutal words as parents would remonstrate, the penetrating sound of glass breaking, the blaring thuds that echoed through the house and the redolent smell of alcohol were what I thought were the norm when I was only a toddler.

And, although she assured me that I was going to be okay, she never said she was going to be fine. So, I ponder in the question of, if she's still hanging in there with my father.

+×+

When first meeting Ryujin, many would perceive her having an independent and forbidding demeanour. But, it's because she hated opening up to people and showing her weak side whenever she hasn't got company.

It wasn't until now that the girl became aware that tears were now falling down her face. Grasping for air, she let the pity of the night consume her emotions as atleast no-one was able to see her this way.

The valuable object was in the palm of her hands whilst the girl was reminiscing those nostalgic flashbacks. Gripping onto it tightly as she brought it close to her chest, she let the tears stain her cheeks since she enjoyed nights like this.

Nights that she could be free with herself.

Nights that she could be her vulnerable-self with nobody to judge how ugly she felt with her life.

Only the walls of her room had seen her this distraught more than her family had ever. As this was her comfort zone.

- apologies for not updating, I did want to write more in this chapter but it felt right to stop it at this moment :)