Sehun's fingers claw into his thighs. He closes his eyes, and the pictures fly under his eyelids this line, this scene, this whole fic, really--it hurts in subtle, intrinsic ways. indulgent and nostalgic in the prettiest way. yellow light from an already dead star. but Sehun's sun isn't dead, he's standing right there in front of him, the same and not the same...
The moments flash around, not in order. that's what memory is, right? we have photo albums and carefully penciled in dates to keep everything from swirling around in our brains and yet memory is a sucking vortex of melting happenings anyway.
had been foolish enough to believe themselves invincible.....Every second, unbeatable. Every moment better, worth more than the one before. And Sehun wouldn't tell anyone, but he'd had BAP's Unbreakable his head for months, replaying in his head every night when they were done with practice and trying to catch their breaths ahhh are you foreshadowing his breaking in my near future of reading this fic ohhh the chills rn;;
Drinking milk on the roof, fifteen, Chanyeol talking about high school next year. Just them and the entire city below, car car car person bicycle car car traffic signal, a cat leaping from a low wall to another car, car car car car. Road and more road, twisting streets and people everywhere. "Maybe acting school," Chanyeol's saying, and Sehun sucks up his carton until it crumples. ok this part, so nostalgic and perfect and fuck. I'm sorry for cussing I'm just--Idek what to say bc this is so lovely and it aches?
Another thing Sehun doesn't remember precisely all the details of - just the picture of it imprinted on his mind, and the feeling yup, I have a lot of memories from early childhood and they feel exactly like this, and most of the things I've dreamed. there are so many treasures of lines in this fic I can really identify with, you don't even know
As simple as that. hey! Sehun reads again, exhaling, and a thousand things dribble down the corners of exits and detours and do not touch signs that he's collected up inside his
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omg it's okay to cuss! /) //u// (\ i cuss like a sailor at times tbh, don't apologise!! i'm sorry it ached and stuff ;~~; i honestly don't mean to make a precious person like you to be sad
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ahhhh, how am i supposed to reply to this kind of comment? you are quoting lines from the fic but i want to quote lines from your comment; you say everything so eloquently and prettily that i can't believe you're talking about something i wrote ;~~; i feel so honored that you read this and commented
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The moments flash around, not in order. that's what memory is, right? we have photo albums and carefully penciled in dates to keep everything from swirling around in our brains and yet memory is a sucking vortex of melting happenings anyway.
had been foolish enough to believe themselves invincible.....Every second, unbeatable. Every moment better, worth more than the one before. And Sehun wouldn't tell anyone, but he'd had BAP's Unbreakable his head for months, replaying in his head every night when they were done with practice and trying to catch their breaths ahhh are you foreshadowing his breaking in my near future of reading this fic ohhh the chills rn;;
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Another thing Sehun doesn't remember precisely all the details of - just the picture of it imprinted on his mind, and the feeling yup, I have a lot of memories from early childhood and they feel exactly like this, and most of the things I've dreamed. there are so many treasures of lines in this fic I can really identify with, you don't even know
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this was beautiful :^)
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