A C T III

• FOR YOU•

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Key to your enigmatic heart.

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My eyes caught the room with a sky blue door down the hall.

Jungkook went out to buy snacks and I was curious. The situation was not helping at all.

Was I ready to see the memories of you again?

No.

Was I ready to feel your existence around me again?

Always.

Like a bee attracted to a honey comb, I found myself turning the knob of the art room.

Through the closed purple curtains, sun light was peeking inside the room.

Each step I took inside the room made my heart waver. I could feel you. The room still held your presence, your fragrance. It seemed to me that the room was never touched by any other being beside you.

I opened the curtains to see your room properly. I turned.

Never have I ever thought I would encounter something like that again after your absence in my life.

The sight in front of me was unexpected and uncalled for. It did nothing but enhance the unabated pain in my heart.

Your art room was full of drawings and sketches. Yes, I know an art room will obviously be full of arts.

But I never considered myself as an art. And your art room made me realize that you did consider me as one.

All of those sketches, portraits, drawings had one subject, one muse.

They were of me. I was your muse.

I walked around the room with the little power I had. Every creation of yours reflected me better than a mirror.

How I looked at you, how I sat on that certain bench gazing at the stars and secretly at you, how I smiled at you, how I held your hands－everything.

Everything, every art was about you and me. About us.

What your eyes saw, what your heart felt you poured them into your canvas.

I never knew. I never saw. I never understood your heart.

The whirlwind of emotions I was feeling at that time, is hard to describe in words.

As I figured from your arts, you had been drawing me for a long time. As long as my feelings been there for you.

I described my feelings through actions. You described yours through art, the feelings I thought you never had for me.

One certain drawing made me numb, caused my heart to beat harshly, my eyes to sting.

It was a portrait of a boy and a girl. Under a big star filled sky looking at each other lovingly while intertwining their hands.

It was us right? It was too good to be true.

My eyes wandered to your desk. I saw a diary. A purple diary. You loved purple.

You once said to me, purple meant love and you wanted to adorn your life with love.

You know what my thought was at that moment?

I wanted to adorn you with my love.

Fate is so cruel, right?

It took you away from me and then brought me back to your memories. Memories that I'd rather keep buried inside me than face.

My trembling hands opened the beautiful diary to see what part of your secretive heart it bore.

On the very first page, I was met with a word written in bold letters.

Forever.

Confusion washed over me and I was about to discover when－

"Taehyung?"

Shiver ran down from my spine.

"N-Nana?"

She's going to scold me for coming here without any permission.

But Nana never failed to surprise me. She smiled softly, as if she was relieved to see me there.

I still can hear her voice ringing into my ears when she spoke those words.

"Finally Taehyung. Finally you found your way to know her heart."