paint the waters
Lu Han paints the waters the colours of a deep, crimson red for the woes of his lost beloved. It’s sad in an almost beautiful way. The world spins for a moment before becoming still again. Despite the intense heat of the bath, Lu Han feels cold, right down to the depths of his bones. There’s ice running through his veins. He stares at the tiled wall in front of him, the lines beginning to swim under his vision. His breath is coming in shallower now, slowing in pace. Lu Han can hear drums pounding - no, someone’s beating on the door. He smiles. It’s a nice sound, thump, thump, thump. He repeats the pattering with his fingers, tapping them loosely against the fiberglass. He attempts to hum a matching tune, but what comes out is more akin to a low gurgle. The coppery scent of the water has died off, and it no longer feels so damp. Even as the darkness threatens to overtake his sight, he listens to the pleading words from the other side of the door. Their voices slowly fading as a familiar one takes over.
“Hyung.”
Even though his sight is long gone and the feeling of his body is merely a memory now, that voice is so clear. It pierces through the veil between life and death, giving him comfort and peace. It gives him that whisper of hope saying soon. It pushes him that last bit to finally let go.
“I love you.”