January 30th, 2019 at 06:48am
moon.
Moon walked alone across the pedestrian bridge, listening to the sound of the cars pass underneath her. The end of the stick she carried beat against the small and reoccurring pillars of the bridge's barrier along the side. She had quietly left the house after listening to her parents fighting...again. Moon was an adult now, but she stayed in her parents home with the hope that it would keep them together. When she was around them, they put on a spectacular show of loving one another, of remaining committed and unified. When they thought she wasn't listening, they were fighting. Fighting about money, about that new woman her father works with, about dinner, about Moon, about him. She felt selfish about trying to keep them together, but her family had already lost so much.
She thought about her older brother, who would be 26 this year. He would tell her how to feel, what to do. He would encourage her to be strong. But he wasn't here, and he never would be. The reality sucked, but...it was still what it was.
Moon was across the bridge now, and she could now see the large open park that she was headed to. For as long as she could remember, this is where she came when things at home were rough. The park was beautiful, especially in summer, with soft green grass, trees littered throughout the landscape, sat at the edge of a decently sized lake. There was a playground with a tunnel she'd spent many nights sleeping in, and benches all around. She walked through the park, looking at the flowers that had just started to bloom this season, until she came up to the lake. It reflected a gray version of the sky, every cloud on the still surface with every detail. Sitting down on the bench, she looked beyond the lake to see another park like this one.
yoongi.
Yoongi sat in the empty apartment he shared with Hea, mindlessly pressing the keys on his keyboard. He wasn't playing any song in particular, but didn't hate the melody that he had created. She went out somewhere, and Yoongi hadn't really cared to ask where, or even when she would be back. He hadn't cared about a lot of shit lately. With the hand he was pressing keys with, he reached to grab the open bottle of beer on the table next to the keyboard. This wasn't his first bottle today and it probably wouldn't be his last, but he didn't care.
Yoongi had given up on reflecting why he felt like this a long time ago. He'd struggled with depression his whole life, and as much as it had a presence in his life, he still didn't know why. What use would it be anyways?
The bottle, now empty, was thrown into a nearby trashcan, a heavy clank sounding as it hit other empty bottles. As Yoongi opened another bottle, he wondered if Hea left today because of him. He had been a nuisance lately, he knew that. He knew she hated seeing him like this, but he forgot how to cope; how to deal with his worst self.