"Flower fell to the ground
You call me flower before
You call me flower before
And I wanna love come down
I wanna break down
Fall down, fall down"
X-Lee Hi

(Read Red Rubies after you're finished with this book. It is the sequel to silk sheets. But wait for the chapters to be all posted)

Celine walked along the sidewalk, earbuds pressed tightly into her ears. She pressed her coat tightly around her, an evident scowl on her face as she walked against the chilly wind. Pink fur on her coat floating around her eyes, teasing her with the promise of spring and cherry blossoms. It was already late November, and it was like the world began to rust away.

Just as before,

Celine wasn't easily romanticized by anything.

The loud people on the streets. The bustling shops and stores that lined the cement. Twinkling lights and giant green reefs that were put up to early in light of "holiday spirit".

It might as well have been a blank sheet of paper to her. A smooth confine of nothingness.

Though the girl had made a resolve to be more positive, today was a bad day.

For all week, she had been heckled everywhere she went. Called a home wrecker. A slut. A lying skank. Told she should be ashamed for trying to ruin the Jeon's reputation.

Jin had been there for her. The others as well. They had all supported her and helped to make light of the situation. Taehyung chased a reporter away from Celine with one of his Gucci slides. Yoongi hosed someone down on his front yard. Hoseok and Jin tackled a photographer to the ground.

"You did the right thing. One day people will believe it. One day they will thank you."  They said. Time and time again.

Celine had many doubts about the validity of that statement. Scared, that he would get away with it. Like he had done many times before.

But there was more on her mind than that. Deeper than any stranger could know about her from the outside. She didn't care about what the world said.

One person hasn't thanked her yet.

She cared about the people who were close to her.

Missing someone was more than a simple goodbye.

It a constant fear of losing memories of them. Holding onto every moment as if they are constantly trying to escape. Grasping for the essence of who the person was, and not just instances that occurred in-between. It like starting a portrait, and trying to finish it without the person sitting directly in front of you.

The eyes will end up too far apart. The nose too small compared to the mouth. Hair the wrong color, and disposition a little less happy.

That endless battle of trying to remember who they were, how they talked, and how they spent each minute with you. But circumstances often don't bear witness to time.

Things are ripped away from others within an instant. You don't have time to remember every little detail. Every little ounce of conversation, or touch. That's not what every person needs to feel at piece.

A simple goodbye, would suffice.

Celine, in every case, was unable to say goodbye.

It's that one chance at closure, humans feel like they deserve and need.

"I was able to say farewell, so it's okay. They knew exactly how much I loved them, before they left me."

But this fundamental need, is often a rarity in the chance to actually obtain it. Unlike in stories and movies, closure never truly happens.

People die suddenly.

Break ups happen without warning.

Family and friends come and go like the tides.

And you are left, wondering what exactly you did wrong. No explanation. No utterance of reason or resolve. It becomes your biggest insecurity, people constantly leaving you like it's nothing to them. Like your appearance in their life is as meaningless as passing by a stranger on the street.

It pokes at you like a hot knife, digging and burning deeper and deeper until it's pierced through. And finally you conclude that you are just less than. Not even worth enough to give a goodbye to.

It was more like part of her was gone. Locked away from the rest of her.

She missed a lot of people.

Her mom.

Who's last words to her were, "You killed my daughter."

Her dad.

"You pulled this family apart."

Mia.

"Maybe we should head home, the rain is getting worse."

Sky.

"I'm busy. I love you. We'll talk later."

Jimin.

"Get out."

Some were more attainable than others. But what was gone in a physical sense, was almost more approachable.

Mia didn't choose to leave her. She was pulled away from her, in a single second.

The others did.

And in every situation it was Celine's fault.

No matter whether it was intentional or not. Celine still blamed herself for everything. And that was her motivation. For she'd never recover until there were no more people left to miss.

But there was one person, who she had attained, that made not having the others a little easier. Faces and names blurred in their presence. The one person who reminded her that she was good at things other than screwing up people's lives.

Jimin.

Park Jimin.

She'd been putting on a brave face for two months now. Two months, and the wound had not healed. Freshly bleeding everyday; she had waned like the fading moon.

The girl liked to fall asleep, to the thought of their first meeting.

How she'd instantly felt attracted to him, as soon as he opened the door. How the entire time they were refraining from letting their lips dance together, in a needy choreographer.

How blasé and arrogant he seemed, a typical CEO. So unreachable, like he had been forged in the clouds, statuesque in beauty.

But Celine had been arrogant too. She'd seen a lot of attractive people in her time. It was nothing she couldn't handle.

It got worse, when she fell down to earth with him. When Park Jimin, just became Jimin within a simple minutes, and a sinful smile.

There were his eyes. That held a gentle curiosity that broke through his smug gaze. The look of pure fascination as he gazed upon her like a constellation.

His lips. That caressed her with soft intentions unlike any other before him. That let out her name, "Angel" in quiet whispers that weren't mean to be heard.

His hands, that traces down her spine like it was crystalline gemstone. Warm and soft, and clutching onto her like they were sewn together. Meeting her hands, and intertwining like ivy and vine.

And even though they were meant to fuck, they had done more than that.

Their bodies had met in a way that could be described as heavenly, almost pure with how much emotion was put into it. Transitioning from a night of fun to and night of discovery and confusion.

Because neither had ever felt that way before. That pure passion and need for someone they barely knew.

It was lust at first. The feeling easy to blame.

But lust isn't what made the two of them scared.

The way she rushed out of his bed, running home faster than she ever had before. Showed that she knew that time was different than the rest. That he was different than the rest. That she felt different about the exchange.

And he, who clutched at his pounding heart. Golden eyes tattooed into his mind, pretty lips still making traces over his skin. Wondering why all he wanted to do was run after the honey girl, and have her melt back into his pink sheets for all eternity.

Yes, Jimin had been arrogant. When he thought he could deny his heart forever. Thinking that he could easily spend one night with her, despite the strange tightening in his heart at each passing look she gave him.

Yes, Celine had been arrogant. Because she had been warned to never fall for a sugar daddy. Thinking that she could handle whatever life threw at her, just because she hadn't had it easy. Thinking that she could deny Park Jimin.

It was the only thing that helped her fall asleep at night. She would often lie awake, thinking about the unknown.

Celine wanted to know how he was feeling. If he was handling the rumors well. If she could help him in anyway.

If he understood exactly why she was giving him gifts. No, not gifts. More like tiny snippets, of the novel she wrote in her heart and mind for him. That breathed for his faults and existence, that moved to the sound of his voice and childhood.

Celine wanted anything and everything from him. With him.

The brunette had no inkling of how he was feeling. Wondering if, little by little, she was chipping at the protection he had put around himself.

Not a simple text.

A call.

Nothing.

Even after all the positivy the 19 year old had uncovered, it was still discouraging.

At this point, the girl couldn't deny her desperation for him. For anything having to do with him.

But she knew that time would heal all wounds. And that in order for him to forgive her, she had to physically stay away. No matter how much it bruised her.

Jin wasn't much help either.

She couldn't blame the man. He was a bit distracted himself. She did the best she could, helping him with his feelings towards Namjoon. But it was hard too, especially when he was part of the reason things had gotten worse between her and her friends.

But the girl couldn't help but think there was a reason for it. It was like someone else was doing the thinking for him. Namjoon had always been kind. And the girl could spot liars from a mile away.

You often can recognize what you find in yourself.

The situation was already terrible, but the small brunette as if there was information missing. That it ran deeper than anyone could truly know.

There was no way Jeongguk could have just been that way.

The girl, had carefully watched his face the last time they talked. When she confronted him about lying. Jeongguk had stuttered, as if his body had rejected his role in the manslaughter. When she described how her sister had been injured, he fell away in ashes. Body a cigarette, shrinking every minute. Smoke appearing in dark and ember filled eyes.

He had been genuinely convinced of his innocence before.

It was like truly, for the first time, he had actually realized it was his fault. Like he had been convinced of some other truth the entire time.

He was influenced by some exterior factor.

And Celine had tasted the bitterness on her tongue. That nagging feeling of knowing that she was right, when she wanted to be wrong.

His parents. It had to do with his parents. From the way that Jimin talked about them, to the way Jeongguk admired them.

Slowly she was starting to piece the puzzle together.

Celine wasn't stupid. She knew this situation wasn't over, or going to be an easy one.

And she wouldn't be able to do it alone.

How could she without her love by her side?

The only thing that brightened her cloudy mind, was her next gift she was going to give Jimin. She had been waiting all week for it.

The girl shook off the sadness that filled her, entering the ice cream shop that felt even more welcoming in the cold. It was one of the only places in the city that stayed open full year round for the chilly treat.

And happened to be the place the couple loved the most.

The girl walked in, holding her shopping bag of items. The younger lady behind the counter gave her a wide smile as she opened the door, recognizing her. Of course Celine called before, to make sure she could arrange the things in the shop like how she wanted to.

Celine immediately went to work, knowing that Jimin would show up within two hours. She wasn't sure whether it was sad she knew his entire schedule, or funny he was so predictable in certain ways. His cute little routine the same almost every week.

She had been lost in her own little world, as she set up the table before her. Candles and decorations lining the table for two they always sat at each time. The brunette smiled, smoothing back her long brown hair as she thought of the memories they shared together here.

The first time they visited had been great. Towards the end of Spring, and brightly lit. Like a little garden, made for their own secret.

He had teased her the entire time. The girl then remembered, how he had taken her phone.

She never really understood why he did it in the first place. But it was never truly weird to her until this point, after the girl knew just how many games the man had on his own phone. It must have been a lie. And Park Jimin was the opposite of a liar.

What would make him do that?

Celine quickly pulled out her phone from her black jeans, ignoring the memes that Hoseok had sent her. Wondering why she hadn't thought to even check in the first place.

She checked her apps, and texts messages, to see if anything was deleted.

The bundled up girl noticed then, there had been missing voicemails. She remembered every specific time Jimin had called her. And a certain chain of calls were missing. Back in April, a week before the day they spent at Hoseok's in the rain.

The girl clicked on the previously deleted message, left arm wrapped tightly around her waist. Holding herself together in case it was something she should have never heard in the first place.

Slowly she lifted the phone up to her ear, eyes shutting tightly as she waited.

"Celine, please. Imagining you with anybody else pains me. You're worth more than you sell yourself for. I couldn't put a price on you. I wouldn't let you worry about money for another day. I would treat you better than anyone. I-"

Jimin's raspy and meaningful voice cut off, so quiet and aching it sent chills up her spine. Like reading a book you haven't opened in years, but remembering every word.

I haven't heard that voice in a while.

Oh my god, oh my god.

Fucking hell.

This was from months ago.

Celine was in turmoil, smiling from the words that poured into her soul like an elixir. Surrounding her in comfort and love and self worth.

Dying, like a wilted flower knowing he had hidden that part of himself away from her for so long. That he had writhed and struggled like she had, to hold it all in.

That with all his will power, he crumbled within one night. What had she done that he had cried? What had she done that he had sounded so lost and afraid? Needy for her voice and words and affection?

To know, that he had so desperately wanted to get rid of these voicemails so she wouldn't hear. Because he wanted her to be happy, and not influenced by how he felt.

To hear, just how much Jimin cared for her, while she thought he couldn't care less.

The next message played, as her hand holding the phone started to shake. She held onto the marble table before her, so that she would stay upright.

"I fucking love you. I love you so much that it physically hurts. So just stay with me. Let me be the only one. Let me love you."

The girl, had realized now she had put him through pain. But she hadn't been aware of how much. Even then...

Even then he had loved her. And she had taken every chance she got to tell him that she didn't have feelings. That what they were doing was wrong. That Jeongguk was still in her heart.

While he was crying, and gasping for breath, and worrying about her. When he was falling apart from the inside out and she just watched it all happen.

"I'm sad for you, but you're bad for me."

The girl was frozen, tears ready to spill from her eyes. She held her phone, clutched in her pale hands to her heart like it was Jimin who she was embracing.

Oh Jimin, you fucking perfectly stupid idiot.

"Are you alright?" Asked the shop keeper, who peered over her right shoulder.

The pink clad girl recoiled from the sudden noise, quickly clearing her throat. The 19 year old new she wasn't fooling anyone, with the way her red cheeks were streaked with visible tears. Lips trembling as she tried to put a smile on. She placed her phone on the table, glancing at the worried owner.

And yet, the young lady didn't utter a word. Never mentioned the sadness that so clearly took a toll on the girl. How the usually pristine girl was still made up to perfection, but who's atmosphere of vibrancy has dimmed a little. Still beautiful on the outside, but slowly burning within.

The woman simply smiled, looking past Celine and all of the decorations she had already set up.

"Is there a reason why you're doing something special for Jimin?" She asked, kind eyes gazing politely at her.

Celine had been shocked that she even knew the CEO's name, before realizing that everyone in Seoul did. She often forgot that everyone knew her as well since she had been demoted from "heiress" status.

It wasn't meant to be a probing question, just a distraction from whatever had made her cry. If only the older woman knew that was exactly what would make her spill a thousand tears over and over again.

Celine shook her head, playing with the blue tissue paper she had set up on the table. Nervously biting her lip as she thought of exactly what to say.

"Trust me, you don't even want to know. You'll be begging me to stop talking if I told the whole story."

The older woman sighed, giving an "oh really" look to the younger. She pulled out a chair and offered for Celine to do the same. The younger girl knew she was stuck then, so she sat down as well.

She seemed just old enough to be married, the cusp of novelty. Celine guessed that she was probably only 25, with silken black haired tied up in a bun and smooth skin. But her smaller eyes were wise, aging gracefully with intelligence.

And after a couple minutes of silence, and Celine's odd fidgeting the other woman spoke.

"Something bad happened." The owner said, her voice solid and carful. She looked at the girl like a ceramic piece that could break at any moment.

She knew. Everyone knew.

Celine trembled, at the acknowledgment in the older woman's eyes. It was very clear she had seen the news. It was impossible to miss. The scandal that included the three big business families in the city.

But she pretended not to, and that's all the hurting girl could ask for.

"Yeah." The 19 year old managed to sputter out. Feeling the urge to run away again.

The black haired woman laughed, not in a cruel way. Just one of understanding that comes with experience. Celine was so young. Too young to be dwelling on regrets.

"Things don't always work out. And that's okay. My husband and I hated each other actually. It's strange how we started out."

"Strange?"

Celine leaned forward, voice piqued with interest. The way she had met Jimin had been strange beyond comprehension. The shop owner before her was a wholesome, and gentile person. How could she even begin to accept or understand her?

But things aren't always as they seemed.

"Yeah, he was my best friend's fiancé. We never got along, ever. I thought he was an annoying little shit. He thought I was a pretentious bitch. The usual. Whenever we were together, we would plead with my friend Jen to get rid of one another. It was really bad actually." The older woman reminisced, cringing at herself as she let out a little giggle.

"Not to be rude, but where is this going?" Celine asked, feeling a bit impatient. Even then, the other woman's folly made her look like Satan himself.

The smooth skinned woman held up her hand, letting her know she wasn't finished.

"Hold on, I'm getting to it. We fought and fought until a week before the wedding. Finally my friend called it off, saying we should get married instead and that we fought like an old married couple. We both looked at each other then, really for the first time. I realized I didn't like him, because I was jealous. He didn't like me, because I made him feel things unlike any other woman before. We had fought because we subconsciously realized that we were meant to be. And we tried to ruin it for us, for the sake of Jen. Luckily Jen is still my best friend, and now Jackson is my husband. So everything turned out okay."

This time, the younger girls mouth dropped open. This nice, successful woman did something a lot of people wouldn't even fathom. "Stealing" her friend's fiancé only a week before the wedding was pretty harsh, and the brunette couldn't deny that.

Especially when best friends were involved.

"S-she forgave you? She wasn't mad?" The doll faced girl asked, intrigued and confused.

Forgiveness, was a foreign concept to the nearly adult girl. For she had given it. And received. But not for the situations that counted.

The death of her sister.

The mistrust of Jimin.

It seemed like it would never happen. But maybe, just maybe it was possible with time.

The older woman shook her head, a smile full of wisdom stretching across her unlined face.

"No, because it takes two to love. If one isn't fully committed, what's the point? You're just holding onto something that is trying to run away. And eventually, they will. She also knew it was never our intention to fall in love like that. Shit happens."

And somehow, the words of this kind stranger helped her deeply.

There was a sense of peace now, somewhere in Celine's mind. Whispering that even good people do bad things. And they can gain redemption from it.

The younger girl smiled gently, standing up from the car. Holding on to the woman's hands before her.

"Thank you. That really helped."

The woman nodded, finally getting up and leaving to the back so Celine could finish.

Feeling a little less sad, and a lot more weary, the girl finally finished the set up. Exhausted, she quickly put on her coat and thanked her one more time before leaving.

The brunette walked out the store, patting down her fluffy pink winter coat with a proud smile. Even though she lacked sleep; knowing that Jimin would walk into that shop and potentially full with joy gave her enough vitality to last forever. Her indirect acts of love never ceasing, as long as it brought him some sort of solace.

The girl pulled out her phone, fixing the white beanie on her head as she checked the time. Celine barely looked down, accidentally tripping over a branch and running into a person. The startled girl blushed, profusely apologizing to the man she had fallen into. He just sighed, looking away and not returning the favor.

It was only a moment before Celine realized she was now alone on the street. Strange, since the city was usually bustling this time of year. The shops seemed to still in the wind, long path before her strangely quiet. Even cars came few and far between.

The girl stilled for a second, clutching onto her gloves hands. Head turning side to side. Feeling as if someone was watching her. The girl walked forward, only a few tentative steps, anxiety causing her heart to pound. The girl figured it was probably just a reporter, but didn't want to take any chances. She picked up the pace, now almost in a brisk run down the sidewalk.

Celine kept looking back, making sure no one was following her.

When suddenly she was harshly pulled into an alleyway.

The small girl thrashed around, fighting against the arms that held her tightly. Screaming at the top of her lungs beneath a black gloved hand. She could feel the strength in them, knowing it was a man. A larger one at that. Her eyes flashed nervously around as she trembled, looking for a way out. Any weapon that she could reach and get within his clutches.

"Let go of me!" The girl gasped out, struggling more with the person who held her. The more she thrashed around, the more tight his grip became.

Celine wasn't stupid. She knew exactly why this was happening. Either Jeongguk or his parents had planned this. The girl had been warned if she said anything, she would receive the consequences. Going against the most powerful family in the country wasn't going to end well for her. They were willing to do anything to keep their money and good reputation.

Yoongi warned, Jimin warned me. And I didn't listen.

At least she would die because of what she believed in. She would die redeeming Jimin and her sister.

The small brunette stopped struggling, a smile now teasing her lips. She thought of the good memories. The bad ones. And everything in between. She thought of her mother, father, brother, and sister all at the dinner table. She thought of Jin and Hoseok, laughing with her one last time. Taehyung and Yoongi, supporting her through everything. And Jimin.

Jimin, with her. Holding her one last time.

"Calm down and stay quiet." The voice was no one she recognized. It was gruff and deep, probably belonging to an older man.

She instantly hated it. The condescending way he spoke to her. The girl wished he would have just killed her then, and stop wasting precious time.

"Just fucking-" She started, voice sounding scarily serene. Like she had already left the earth they had been grounded to.

The man interrupted her, pressing his foot onto the girls. She screamed, feeling the harsh rubber dig into her with all of the man's body weight.

"Shh, I'm not going to hurt you, too much. I want you to relay a message to your mother."

Celine almost would have preferred death at this point, rather than being manipulated. There was nothing she could do in this situation. She wanted to laugh at the irony of it. Celine's mother wouldn't give a shit whether she remained unharmed or not.

"I don't talk to my mother anymore, she won't listen to me. She hates me." Celine muttered out, between clenched teeth. Trying to lean down so she could bite the anonymous man's hand. Yet the girl could still barely move.

"I suggest you figure it out, or next time will be a lot worse," The unforgiving man said, his foot digging harder into her toes. He completely ignored her winces, his menacing voice coming closer to her ear, "Tell her that Ji Sung says hello."

Ji Sung. The name ran chills up her spine, as the girl's eyes widened. It was true, that Jeongguk's mother was the one doing this.

The man then threw her aggressively to the ground, and took off running.

The threatening words he said, running circles through her mind.

The next time, it will be a lot worse.

The girl lifted herself off the ground, foot still bruised and whole body tired from fighting back. Ignoring the blood that now ran down her gravel filled hands. The man had been so quick she wasn't able to catch the face. Even with her blurry vision, she ran forward trying to take note of something, anything that could identify.

All Celine could make out was a Seoul Police uniform.

Who could help her now?

She even had the police under her control. The people that were supposed to protect others in this situation, Celine couldn't even call for help. They were already on the Jeon family's side. It angered her.

It left her broken, and feeling helpless now.

She really never had the chance to make everything right, did she?

Celine had won the battle, but she had lost the war.

The girl dressed in pink, eyes wide and barely blinking, made her way back onto the city streets. Avoiding the stares of passer by's that didn't care to help her before. Expressionless as blood trailed across her coat. She hobbled, taking small steps.

It took her until night time to reach her apartment.

As soon as she arrived, she didn't cry. Didn't yell. Didn't scream.

And instead cracked open a bottle of wine she had received from an art client.

The girl drank. She drank and drank until she couldn't drink anymore. Trying to see if their was any humanity left in a person stuck in this kind of daze. Attempting to reach the point where Jeongguk could so easily just drive away from the scene.

And no matter how deep she fell, even within the depths, she could not find it. The heartlessness to run away.

She needed someone right now.

To kiss the pain away.

To hold her tight.

She needed him.

*******

Jimin had been on his way, to his favortie ice cream shop. He really did need chocolate ice cream to keep him going during the week. The slight apprehension that always filled him, had been at an all time high today. Even looking at the familiar buildings and Christmas decorations made him on edge. The tightness in his chest, told him something bad was going to happen, but he wanted to avoid that feeling at all costs.

The more he had been followed by random media people, the more he wanted to avoid going outside. Of course he had been bothered before, but not to this extent. He knew that soon enough, speculation would turn into something serious, and Jimin would have to tell the truth.

Which would mean he'd have to sell out Jeongguk, and rightfully so. And yet he still felt guilty for it.

Jimin knew it was something he had to do. That it wasn't okay, and it was never okay for him to take the blame for his friend. He was glad that Celine had to the courage to go against the family, when he never had before.

It gave him hope that maybe things would work out in the end.

Just as he was about to the reach the shop, his phone started blaring loudly.

Thinking it was Jin, he didn't pick up immediately, and instead continued to walk. The man could wait as Jimin at his chocolate treat. When his phone dinged, signaling the person had left a voicemail, he exasperatedly pulled out his cellular device.

His heart stopped, as he read the name that flashed across the screen.

My Angel.

The call had been from fucking Celine.

To be fair, the man was more than fucking surprised. While his heart soared, his stomach sank. After knowing the girl for a while, and her stubbornness, she would never call him first after a fight. Something must have been terribly wrong if she had enough reason to call him.

He stopped walking in the middle of the sidewalk, immediately bumped into by two people. The man didn't care that they were cursing at him. His dark oak eyes were wide as he listened to the voicemail, wanting to be prepared for what she was about to say.

Hearing her sweet and chilling voice after two months.

The silver haired man just wanted to make sure she was okay.

His heart pounded, as he held his phone gently to his ear.

"Jimin? Just hold me for a while. Please. My key is under the front door mat and I-I just really need you right now." She said, so vulnerable in that moment. He could hear that she was shaking, something was entirely wrong. The way her words slurred together told the man she had drank too much.

My Celine, what happened?

The man wanted to cry, hearing her small voice and imaging her all alone and needing someone. Him, she wanted him.

It was clear as day, the way she said Jimin's name, what exactly she felt for him.

Despite everything that happened, he went to her without a doubt. Jimin couldn't deny her in this moment, when they so clearly needed each other. When she needed him.

The man started taking off running, knowing her new apartment was only a couple blocks away. Feeling the cold wind bite at his cheeks and nip at his throat. He didn't care about the redness of it, or how his hair was probably a tangled mess. Or that his eyes were pink with unshed tears.

He just wanted to finally see his love again.

The man arrived within ten minutes, completely out of breath. He had never been to her knew place, but knew her location and number thanks to Jin. He unlocked the door with

Heart pounding, lungs collapsing, in anticipation to see her.

As he walked through the kitchen, the living room, making his way to what had to be her bedroom.

Knowing she was just beyond that door, broke him again.

Nothing else in the world mattered but this moment. Everything else felt infinitesimal in comparison to the way his heart sang for her, to the way his hands painted a melody of want and wish for Celine.

He wanted nothing more than to hold her in his arms.

This is the moment he'd been waiting for, dreaming of, and yet he still hesitated. So much love in his body, it felt like it could overtake him. It ran throughout his veins, that feeling of longing and devotion.

And yet...

Jimin opened the door anyways. Walking into the room he had been kept out of.

He looked in, feeling his heart palpitate as he took in her figure.

Celine. Her name feeling like a field of daisies in his heart.

Sprawled across her bed, like a cloud in the sky. Tears visible on her face even from his distance away. Her small and doll like face, pink and fair. Little bow like lips pouted out, and eye lashes caressing cheeks. Her long dark hair twisted around her skinny body like it was holding her captive. Obviously in a deep distress.

He hadn't known, because he hadn't been there for her.

She wasn't smiling, she wasn't happy.

Why were they doing this to each other?

The man walked forward, quietly. Like you would in a museum. Just staring at the art in wonder and admiration. Not getting too close, in case the paint would start to chip away.

The silver haired man crouched down, becoming eye level with the sleeping girl. Up close, she was even more sadly beautiful. You could see the strain on her face, the tight way she clenched her fists.

It's all my fault.

The innocent-faced man leaned forward, ready to place his plump lips on her forward. Moving closer and  closer to her angelic presence as she slept. Electricity sparking through him as his lips finally met her smooth skin. Falling deeper and deeper, as he closed his eyes, letting their connection simmer into his memory.

He pulled away, a soft smile settling on his face as she instantly relaxed. Jimin continued to gaze over her, playing with her delicate hair as she remained unmoving.

I've missed you, so so much. More than anything.

"Jimin." She breathed out, barely able to open her golden eyes. Startling the man who had so contently watched her sleep.

He trembled, hearing her familiar voice caress his name.

The man gulped loudly, eyes searching around her gorgeous face to remember it. Knowing that soon enough, he would be able to watch over her everyday.

"Shh babe, I'm here now. I've got you." Jimin said, lips brushing against her cheek. Feeling her take a shaky breath as he did so.

The taller man got up, taking off his dark suit jacket. Now only in a white dress shirt and slacks. The girl whined, feeling her presence leave her side. He quickly went to console her, gently getting onto the bed. He slid, closer and closer till he could see every small hair on her body stand on edge with goosebumps. Till he could feel the warmth of her body, without fully touching. He lifted his arm in the air, hovering over her white pajamas.

He hesitated only for a moment, trying to catch his breath.

It was overwhelming. To be near her again.

Jimin couldn't hold back anymore. He let go of himself, and wrapped his arm gently around her side. Pulling her body flush against his. Lavender and vanilla and rose and oak.

Relief seeping into both of them like a parted sigh.

I must be dreaming. This can't be real.

He curled around her, like a flower in reverse bloom.

Back against chest.

Lips pressed to the back of her neck.

Thumbs wiping away the wetness of her tears from smooth cheeks.

They stayed like that for hours. Chests falling and rising like the waves in the ocean. Finally at peace for the first time in months. Proving, without words, that the couple were truly meant to be. Souls in sync, like they were made to be together since the beginning of time. Cut apart by cruel faith, and slowly coming back together.

Good things, all come to an end.

But when the morning light hit the bed,  Jimin knew it was time to go.

Their fantasy had ended for the night.

Jimin couldn't deny, the entire time he hadn't slept. He stayed awake, trying to create an image in his mind of the feeling. Crying, when he knew that he had to pull away from her finally. When all he wanted to do, was stay there forever. And forget the rest of the world.

And just like all the mornings she had left him, he was gone.

Only a simple kiss left on her cheek as a goodbye.

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(A/N): this chapter was on the longer side again. Sorry they've been short lately, but I want certain information in certain chapters.

And I'm really proud I wrote this and updated considering I have finals and 4 other papers to write lolololol.

HOLY SHIT I CANT BELIEVE IM SAYING THIS BUT SILK SHEETS HAS REACHED 50k!!!! Thank you all so much!!!

Okay so I was tagged in a tag (lol) by Suga_bean  and Suga_Kookie87 and BlazingSunn

I don't usually do these, but why not? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I think it would help to let you guys know me on a more personal level.

1) I'm in college and I'm a bio major :/. I really love science but it's a lot of hard work. My entire life, I never had to try in school. My school was known for academics as well, so I thought I was hot shit (lol) but now I know the importance of working hard and studying. I'm telling yah kids, if you're one of those students that doesn't have to try, START.

2) Art ;) if you couldn't tell from this story. It's my way of expressing myself. I personally think I'm a better artist than I am a writer. I'm a different person when I draw (and my said I was much nicer and less moody when I took classes in high school). Now I don't really have the time to draw :(

3) hang out with my friends (I love all my friends dearly), read/watch game of thrones, and watch bangtan on YouTube/Instagram. Army's truly make some of the best memes on the internet.

4) I aspire to be someone that influences others in a positive way. I want to help others think more, and learn from the environment. I want to slowly help rid the world of prejudice and hate. Writing/art/music whatever. So basically I want to be a scientist and maybe on the side be a SoundCloud rapper???

5) wow in the friend group...I'm that bitch. Let's just say the Yoongi of the squad. Sarcastic, chill, and cold hearted hoe. I don't want to hype myself up, but I'd like to say I'm almost the "leader". (Lol not the Mom friend, I'm adventurous). I'm like the mediator in situations. I'm the honest one who will tell the truth in any situation. Always there for my friends. Always thinking of the others instead of myself, and how I can help them instead of just appeasing them.

6) I'm an ambivert. I can be both introverted and extroverted at times. I used to have social anxiety moreso in middle school/elementary when I thought I was really ugly. But now I have a good group of friends and learned how to just be myself. Now I love meeting new people and going places. I still get nervous sometimes tho.

7) MUSIC. Music truly is my life. That's why I so carefully chose a song for each chapter. Music is what makes me feel human, even when I feel disconnected from the world and people sometimes.

And my friends and family. Of course.

8) people who hate others because they think they are superior, and other races/cultures/lifestyles/sexualities are inferior. people who refuses to acknowledge that they are racist/homophobic/xenophobic/sexist and so on. That's all I'm going to say because it really pisses me off (for obvious reasons) so I'm just gonna stop there.

9) I would like to be reincarnated as someone rich with a high social platform. So I could use it for good, and hopefully change peoples lives for the better. A lot of people with that power don't do enough to help.

10) A cheetah. I've always wanted to be able to run really fast. And they are beautiful.

(Anyone who reads this chapter is officially tagged lol)