Min Yoongi

She's talking to me.

She's looking at me.

Asking me questions.

Responding to my answers.

She's smiling.

A real smile.

She's trying....

To make me smile back.

"I was once like you."

"What?"

How could someone that happy have a past like me?

"I was once unhappy and lonely." She sighed deeply.

How did she know?

Is it obvious?

I don't believe her.

"I was alone with nobody and it seemed like the world didn't care." She sits down across from me. "I felt like no one could see me or care, but....you're not alone."

I'm not alone....?

"What made you happy again?" I asked.

"Two people saved me."

She was once like me.

Lost

Lonely

Confused

Hopeless

People saved her.

Like me.

"My mom and dad. I was adopted at the age of 10 and my life...turned for the best after that." Her smile warmed my heart.

My heart is warm...

It feel nice.

I miss it.

Because of her smile....

Because I saw someone else smile.

Because I know that I have a chance for happiness.

Again.

This girl is opening my heart up again.

After a long...

Long

Time.

Too good to be true?

"I thank my parents everyday for taking me in. I'm truly grateful. I always wanted to help someone with a similar problem as me." Her eyes sparkle with life.

She had a dream.

Like me

She wanted to help someone.

I wanted to find a friend.

She's trying.

Trying to make a friend.

Like me.

And she is.....

And she did.

"May I help you? May I help you find happiness again?"

My eyes widen and I look at her in shock. "Wh-Why? Why me?"

"You almost killed yourself. I can't let you go and possibly hurt yourself again." She smiled once more and took my cold, dead hands with no hesitation. "I know how to help you."

She wasn't afraid of me.

She wanted to help.

Why her out of everybody else I see in town?

What makes her different?

"I was once like you."

That's why.

She wanted to give me happiness.

She's making my hands warm.

She giving me her warmth.

On purpose.

"Sorry if I'm being really creepy. Actually, I'm stupid to ask something like this. I'm probably scaring you."

There's no way a girl like you would scare someone like me.

I've seen worse.

I am worse.

I might actually need you

So much.

I'm desperate...

For you.

For happiness.

"I'm sorry." She stands up and starts walking away.

Don't go.

She might be my only chance.

My only chance for happiness.

She could be my friend.

We both want that.

Win win.

Right?

I grab her hand and stop her from walking. I stand up and turn her around.

"I need your help." I whisper. "I need you."

I'm telling her the truth.

Will she be my friend now?

Will she agree?

She smiles, but even bigger. "Really?"

I manage a small smile. "Really."

Wow...

I smiled.

She lets out a bubbly laugh and hugs me.

Warmth.

From another human.

Laughter.

Because of me.

Happiness.

Filling my body.

Hope in my heart.

Because of her.

"You can trust me...so, may I get a name?"

"Yoongi."

"Ahh, my name is Ara. I'm glad I came here in time. You seem like a nice guy." She pats my shoulder, softly.

She sees something in me

Something nature didn't even see.

Something society didn't see.

She saw the light in my dark aura.

She found the smile in my million frowns.

She ripped apart from society to help me.

She tried and she did.

She saw and she ran.

She grabbed my hand and fought the judgmental waves of the sea.

Because she's saw something in me.

And not just nothing.

Not scary.

Not dead.

Not unknown.

Because she thinks I am a "nice guy".

Because she knows.

She knows how it feels.

She's giving me hope.

This better not be a dream.

"I'll take you home before it gets really dark." She grabs my hand and starts running. "Where do you live?"

"U-Uh, I actually don't have a house." I respond, embarrassed.

I don't have anything.

She only smiles and grabs my hand again. "Don't worry, Yoongi. You can come with me."

This time...

I'm not running towards another depressing moment of my life.

But instead...

I'm running towards hope and happiness.

This is more exciting than watching other people talk amongst themselves.

Better than watching people ignoring me.

Better than loneliness.

Better than hatred.

I like liking life.

I miss the times where I can smile and have it seen.

I miss times were I can smile and people will smile looking at it.

It's here.

It's coming.

It's close.

Ara is helping me.

Because she wants to help.

Because she wants a friend.

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