"Some days I wish I could go back in life...Not to change anything, but to feel a few things twice."
               -Anonymous

Can we just go back?

Can we go back to a time when things were simple? Back to a time when you loved your siblings and parents. A time when our lives were so much simpler. A time before we discovered what love was...or the crazy things it makes us do...

Can we go back to a time when we didn't get our hearts broken by people we loved...people who we thought loved us..

Do you think that if we could go back, it would make things better? Do you think that if we could just go back to the time when we didn't have to worry about our hearts getting broken...that we could be happy...that we could stop building up all these walls around us.

Do you think that if we never experienced that first heartbreak...that we would be happier-better?

The answer seems so simple.

We always want to go back in time and relive the days of our younger selves...we always want to take back our stupid mistakes...we always want to go back and never get our hearts broken by people we trusted..

Some of us wish to go back, simply to be happy...while others wish to go and speak with their younger selves, tell them what's going to come their way...what pain they'll feel...

But...We shouldn't allow ourselves to think like that..

Yes...our hearts were broken..our trust was stomped upon and our lives were torn apart by people that we thought would always be there...but that's life, isn't it?

Being betrayed-Being hurt...It's all a part of us...It's what makes us who we are..

Every single heartbreak that we face becomes a stroke of paint on our canvass, every tear we shed adds color and eventually... eventually the two come together to create a beautiful picture of maturity and learning.

For every late-night cry, every broken promise it helps us to grow...We grow and grow. We take the rain, we take the storm. We go day by day taking every single flash of lightening and roll of thunder...until one day...we meet the person who finally offers us an umbrella.

And when we meet that person-god-when we meet the person...All of those heartbreaks in the past...all those lonely nights...they don't even matter anymore. And why should they?

Heartbreak only lasts for so long.

And when you finally find a real love, you should never let go of it. Never.

Which is why you released Kim Seokjin.

Because you loved him.

And the sad thing is..you only realized it when you almost lost him.

A soft groan poured past your lips as your blue eyes slowly fluttered open, your head pounding painfully.

What happened?

You hesitantly raised your hand to your head, cradling it in an attempt to stop the throbbing pain as you slowly sat up from your laying position.

"Y/n?"

Your eyes snapped open at the familiar sound of your name, your gaze travelling to the other side of the room.

Hoseok stared at you with worried eyes, his gaze soft and full of pity as he watched you try to stand.

"Hoseok?" Your voice came out soft and broken as you stared at him, memories suddenly rushing back to you. "Where's Jin!? Did it work?!"

The black-haired male placed his hands on your shoulders, calming you slightly.

"He's okay." He stated.

"B-But I don't understand." You whispered. "I-I thought we were going to trade places. I-"

Your words were cut off as Hoseok pulled you into a tight embrace, his arms wrapping around your shoulders as he held you against him, his nose nuzzling your hair.

Your eyes widened slightly as he hugged you, his body shaking under your gentle touch.

"I thought you were gone." He confessed silently. "I-I didn't even get to say goodbye..I didn't-"

You slowly moved your hand to his back, patting it in a soothing manner.

"Don't ever do that again." He scolded softly.

You smiled to yourself, pulling away from him slightly, your eyes searching his face.

"Did it work?" You asked, scared of the response you were going to get.

You felt the former warrior freeze under your touch as the question.

His eyes darted away from yours, gaze moving to the ground.

"In a manner of speaking.."

You furrowed your brows.

"Wh-What do you mean?" You asked softly, eyes scanning around the room.

"He's awake...back in his body."

A smile instantly fell over your face, eyes brightening happily as you stared at him.

"Really?" You asked, standing to your feet. "Where is he?"

"Y/n-"

"Did you take him back above ground?" You asked. "Did he ask about me? I'm sure that he's worried."

"Y/n, listen to me-"

"I'm so happy that this worked." You said. "I was kind of scared that it wouldn't-"

"He doesn't remember anything." Hoseok blurted, his expression saddened.

You stopped your rambling, enthusiasm slowly beginning to die down as you blinked in confusion, your heart plummeting as you stared at the former warrior.

"W-What?" You breathed softly.

Hoseok stepped forward, sympathy swimming in his golden-brown orbs as he watched your brows furrow.

"You managed to get his soul back into his body..." He paused. "But, his memories were left behind...He doesn't remember anything that happened when he was asleep..he doesn't remember.."

He trailed his words off, the soft tone in his voice returning as he looked away from you.

"Me." You finished. "He doesn't remember me."

"Y/n.."

You shook your head, bottom lip beginning to tremble as you plastered a fake smile on your face.

"No. It's fine." You said. "At least he's alive right? That's all that matters, right?"

Hoseok's heart clenched at the sight of your tear-filled eyes, his hands itching to reach out and hold you.

"He's okay, right?" You asked, biting your lip. "No more complications? He's healthy?"

"He's okay."

You nodded.

"I want to see him."

"Y/n, don't do this to yourself." Hoseok said.

You couldn't find any words to say to him, your throat tightening as you forced yourself to remain composed.

The man that had become your close friend, the man that  had been there since you first arrived. You shared laughter and tears, the two of you had become inseparable. Partners in crime.

You had fallen in love with him..

And just when you became ready to accept it...He had forgotten you.

"I have to see him, Hoseok." You stated. "I need to know that he's okay.."

The former warrior sighed, running through his hair..

"Alright." He breathed. "I'll take you to him."

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Namjoon's hazel gaze never left Seokjin's form, his eyes watching the former spirit as he stared down at his reflection in the lily pond.

Rain was still pouring down, causing both men to become soaking wet in just a few moments, but neither of them seemed phased by it.

Hoseok had told Namjoon not to tell Jin anything about the past year, just to keep him away from anyone until they could figure out what to say to him.

Namjoon knew that he needed to get Jin away from you...at least until Hoseok could explain everything that had happened to the now-living man.

So, he decided to take Seokjin to his bedroom...it was the safest place he could think of, and he knew no one would bother the two men there...but the second that they had made it out of the tunnels, Seokjin broke away from the physician , his body instinctively moving towards the lily pond...where the two had been standing for about thirty minutes.

Jin hadn't spoken one word since he had arrived at the small body of water, he just stared..wordlessly.

The purple-haired man was sure that Jin was probably confused...which was completely normal...but he didn't know why, of all places, he decided to come here...to the place he died.

"This place..."

Jin's voice snapped Namjoon from his thoughts, his hazel eyes moving over to the former spirit.

"The lily pond?" Namjoon questioned. "It's pretty, isn't it?"

"Why does it make me so sad?" He blurted softly. "When I look at it...I feel like there's something missing."

A sigh escaped Namjoon's mouth, his eyes falling back onto the small pond.

"Maybe because you were stabbed here." He muttered.

Jin shook his head.

"I don't feel that." He stated. "It's more than a physical pain. When I look at the water...I feel such great happiness, but at the same time...such intense pain."

"Jin,"

The former spirit's head perked up at the sound of his name, his body turning in the rain.

You stared at him with a sad smile, the white hair that you had grown so accustomed to was now a shade of blond, his once blue eyes now a beautiful shade of brown.

He was so beautiful.

Which was why looking at him hurt you so much.

Seokjin stared at you with confusion etched on his features, his heart suddenly feeling heavy inside of his chest as he took in your tear-stained cheeks. For some reason, he felt himself being drawn to you..

His hand slowly moved up to touch his cheek, his brows furrowing as he wiped tears from his face...He was crying? Why was he crying?

The rain poured down on the two of you, almost like it was freezing the world around you.

You wanted to talk to him. You wanted to scream. You wanted to yell..You wanted to shout about how much you were hurting..But all you could do was stare at him..hoping-praying that your friend would some how come back to you.

"Jungkook."

Hoseok's sudden word broke you from your trance, your hands wiping the tears from your cheeks, although it didn't make much of a difference...

"What?" You sniffed.

Hoseok's eyes were wide with terror as he continued.

"When Jin came down to the room..." He began. "He said Jungkook sent him."

"And?" Namjoon popped.

You gasped, hand covering your mouth.

"Oh god."

"What?" Jin asked curiously. "What is wrong?"

"Jungkook didn't even know Jin was there..." Hoseok began.

"So, how did he see him?"

A/N,

OHMYGOD-MYGOD-AHHAHHAHASDKJBFEUHFOIEHFINUEHCIUF

This is kinda sad, not gonna lie...if the man I loved forgot me, I'd literally die.

For those of you who didn't see my message board, I would like to announce the title of the next book!

The title of the next book in "The Blue Eyes" series is....

"Mist"

I'm super excited about this project and I can't wait for everything that's in store!!

Shoot me some questions.

I love you.

I adore you.

I purple you.

I'm out.

-Max