It was her white, flowing dress that camouflaged her within the soft daisy patterns gracefully kissing the rolling rye grass fields that seemed to stretch out to infinity. But her wind blown hair that collected about her full cheekbones, tickling the corners of her carnation lips, draping across her freckled nose, strands accentuating the marvelous lengths of each individual lash sculpted intricately by the hands of God, framing her serene face allured her to stand out, for it's impossible to miss the astonishing sight of an angel.

She was his guardian. Her title unending, for she was much too ethereal to be tied down to one.

There her arms extended , an invitation for the child, the boy, her son, her world, her reason to find his haven enveloped inside her stand-in angel wings of the mortal world.

Without hesitation, he jumped. His eyes were oceans of inherited spirit, gazing upon the endless layers of his mother's beauty, sheer admiration beaming from his smile. And in those arms he would stay as they were too precious to abandon.

No matter how loud the demons would shout. No matter how forceful they would pull at his grip. He was there to stay.

Please, just let me stay.

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The harder Jimin fought, the harder the doctors pulled, and the louder he cried, the louder they shouted. The odds were against him and so was the world. The heartless, cruel world he was living in.

"S-stop please— please stop!" Jimin's heels dug into the tiled floor in a frantic attempt at causing enough friction to stop the coated men from escorting him out of his deceased mother's hospital room rather forcefully. He thrashed and battled with all of his might to throw the doctors off of his arms and stay with his mother. Why were they taking him away from his mother?

"You can't— you c-can't do this!" He never gave up screaming and begging no matter how rapid the distance grew between him and his mother's death bed. "Please don't take her!" He repeated that statement over and over, a female doctor in the room having to look away from the painful sight as the doctors dragged Jimin away from his mother and into the hallway where he would never be able to reach her again.

It all happened so quickly, like a scene straight out of a movie as Jimin was tossed into the hall like trash. He collapsed hopelessly and hysterically to the cold, daunting floor as he watched the doctors roll his mother's lifeless body away on that bed. They blocked him from reaching her. And that's when it all became real. When his angel was no longer his. She was gone now. Now, it was just Jimin.

In the blink of an eye Jimin was up and running. Running from his biggest fear which was now his reality. He wanted out. But the world was just too cruel to present him with a way.

Yet again, those frosted hospital doors were no match for the distressed boy who barreled through them empty handed. Except, this time there was a new energy present.

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     The deafening sound of a wooden door crashing against a wall killed the silence that once occupied the vacant house. There the panting, hyperventilating, delirious boy stumbled beyond the threshold, leaning his entire body weight against the already shut door as the impact at which it was thrown open allowed it to ricochet back to its natural state.

     Jimin slung himself forward, doubling over onto the kitchen counter, barely catching himself from a potentially painful impact. He couldn't see straight, nor could he think straight. He was gritting his teeth so hard that he could hear his own bone marrow grinding down inside of his head. Something was terribly wrong.

     He screamed.

     Banging his fists on the marble counter, he screamed at the top of his lungs almost as to regurgitate the pure rage that had boiled over inside of him. His sadness had all been replaced with fury. Anger. Jimin was a mad-man.

     Instantly the boy shot up, darting over to the opposite side of the kitchen. He punched the wall. He hit it with all of his might. The sting that traveled all the way from his fist to his shoulder only fueled him more as he punched it again and again and again, the pounding only growing louder and louder.

     His knuckles, now swollen and bleeding, matched how he felt on the inside. He didn't know what else to do other than absolutely lose it. What else was there to do instead of freaking out? His entire face stung from suppressed sobs. He was spiraling out of control and there was nobody there to save him.

     Once the wall had taken enough hits, he targeted his tantrum elsewhere. He needed something to throw. He needed to break something so that his heart wasn't the only thing broken. Quickly he eyed the toaster resting atop the counter. Without hesitation he darted over towards the inanimate object, picking up the toaster and throwing it across the room, watching the metal shatter into shards and decorate the floor like snow. He followed it with a shriek of sheer agony, drowning out the sound of metal crashing to the floor and against the cabinets. That's when the tears of anger, more-so, waterfalls made an appearance, running down his contorted face, encouraging him like fire to a flame.

     His fit only got worse as he began clearing off the counters with swift swings, plates and glasses and plants flying left and right. His heavy tears blinding him from his own heated destruction, his heart wrenching cries deafening him from the bangs and shatters of the objects hitting the tiles. He had gone absolutely mad.

     "Why did you have to take her!" He shouted through his pained cries. If anyone were to witness such a scene they probably wouldn't leave sane. "Why, why, why!"

     He had to get more out. He had to throw something, punch something, absolutely demolish something in order to anchor himself to Earth. That's when he spotted a dining chair that had not yet been knocked over. It found its way into his grip, Jimin lifting it off of the ground and rocketing the chair into the living room after he threw it with all of his will. He was hyperventilating like crazy, sweat trickling down the sides of his temples in a race with the tears that slid down his burning cheeks. Nothing was seeming to satisfy his fury as he couldn't get of grip of himself. He needed help and he needed help now.

     How ironic that A boy with messy silver hair showed up in the doorway in a matter of seconds, leaping into action the second he saw his boyfriend absolutely destroying everything within his sight.

Taehyung had shown up to make sure Jimin went back home after visiting his mother and after seeing his car parked in the drive way, he brought it upon himself to check up on the boy. As fate would write it, he arrived just in time.

     "Jimin! Stop! What are you doing!?" Taehyung dashed over to the boy who had now flipped over the dining table in his fit of rage.

     "Get away from me!" He snapped, causing the younger to stumble backwards a bit, avoiding as many glass shards and metal remains scattered about the floor as possible.

     Jimin let out another cry as he punched the wall again, this time breaking a hole into it.

     Taehyung couldn't believe what he was seeing. He couldn't believe what he had walked into, the mess the house had become and the absolute insanity his boyfriend had become as he reeked havoc onto the once happy home.

"Stop! Why are you doing this!?" Confusion and heartache were fighting over which would weigh on Taehyung's mind the most.

Jimin completely ignored him. The only thing he desired to listen to was the breaking of glass to drown out the sound of his breaking heart.

That's when something caught Jimin's attention. There sat peacefully on the windowsill was a framed photograph of Jimin and his mother.

His eyes widened as he analyzed the smiles that were painted on both of their faces. Specifically, his mother's. He froze.

Jimin would never see that smile again.

The stagnant boy reached out so slowly his movement was almost undetectable. Taehyung watched with concerned eyes the moment he registered what was happening.

Once the photo was secured in the older's grip he took a second to stare at it. The wretched glare never leaving his damp face. He drew a trembling finger over his mother's smile ever so delicately.

Then he smashed it.

Taehyung gasped and jolted as Jimin abruptly threw the picture with maximum force to the ground, watching the wooden frame break off into separate entities and the glass instantly shattering, decorating over the now torn photograph menacingly.

The older brought his hands up to his face and let out cries so loud that Taehyung had to cover his ears to keep from crying himself. Such a meltdown would scar anyone forever.

Jimin retrieved the picture from beneath the erupted glass, not minding a few extra cuts to his already bloodied hand, ripping it to shreds. He tore and shredded the paper as he painfully groaned with each rip after rip after rip.

     Quickly the younger ran over to Jimin, grabbing him by the arms to contain his anger, but was harshly thrown off as the older shoved him away without a trace of remorse in his eyes. Those empty, lifeless eyes that had been stripped of every sense of life they once bestowed. There wasn't a worse sight in the world.

     "Jimin, please listen to me. Calm down." Taehyung begged, backing away from the older before he put himself in danger. "She wouldn't want this."

     Jimin stopped.

     He whirred his head around to lock eyes with his boyfriend.

     "T-Taehyung, she's dead."

     Silence reigned once again as the silver-haired boy watched the oceans fall from his darling's eyes.

     There wasn't a word in the world that could describe the feeling that Taehyung felt in that moment. He had just watched the love of his life descend into madness, and now that it was over he was left to stare into the flooded, abandoned caverns that were his boyfriend's eyes.

     The younger's mouth gaped open as he watched Jimin literally shake in misery. What was there to do?

     "Come here," Taehyung opened his arms, waiting for the older to fall into them.

     Jimin unfroze just in that moment, falling into his boyfriend's arms, the couple situating onto the ground as they simply held each other, Taehyung feeling the boy tremble through his letterman. And the room fell silent.