What forever feels like -- 1
What forever feels like; Jinki/Minho; G
note: I somehow feel like short chapters are unsatisfying, so unless my chapters get longer, I think I'll try to update frequently to make up for it. This story will be sorta kinda divided into approximate thirds, each third told from a different character's point of view.
prologue | one
Chapter one
How many years did we while away walking down this road?
In times of sunshine and borderless blue skies, when the gap between us and the clouds were filled with our dreams. In times of rain, when we peered out fearlessly from under the safety of our identical umbrellas.
As we outgrew our clothes and our shoes time and again.
As we learned to write, to add, to multiply, and came to know of the great things that existed somewhere out there, beyond the edges of this small town we called home.
As the world changed its colors, all in keeping with the seasons.
Just like that,
without realizing,
time passed us by.
......
Memories.
Like leaves. Proudly discrete pieces of what used to be, and yet so hopelessly incomplete within themselves.
One by one, they quietly pile together.
Covering up the earth, hiding away our souls.
But always, they are thrown out of order.
Scattered by the biting winds that mark the descent of winter.
Always, the icy air robs them of their vividness.
Until they are stained with the dust of age,
Full of wrinkles
Shriveled up
Hollowed out
Brown as the mud
Mottled and obscured with countless black spots
Until they become unimaginably fragile.
And then,
under careless footfalls, again and again,
they shatter.
......
Heading home, everyday, the two of us took the same path. That was what life was, what it meant. Beautifully simple. And believably endless. But in the blink of an eye, I suddenly realized that there was no one else beside me, matching my strides. The trail became wider, the days duller, and the white bellies of the clouds further away. I could almost convince myself that all those years had been spent dreaming a long, long dream...
Almost.
Because traces of him still remain. The air remembers him. And in it echoes the stories of his existence. The waves of sound rush forth from the past, like swells on the ocean, crashing upon my expectant eardrums.
The laughter.
The footsteps.
The rustling of leaves.
The creaking of bicycles.
As if the happiness of those bygone days are still within reach. As if I only have to open my eyes to revisit the the scenes that have haunted me, awake and asleep, for years and years.
Except there is a limit to the lies you can tell yourself.
The world has long since transformed into something alien.
He has already left.
And even I am no longer the child who so firmly believed in
forever.
......
two
note: I somehow feel like short chapters are unsatisfying, so unless my chapters get longer, I think I'll try to update frequently to make up for it. This story will be sorta kinda divided into approximate thirds, each third told from a different character's point of view.
prologue | one
Chapter one
How many years did we while away walking down this road?
In times of sunshine and borderless blue skies, when the gap between us and the clouds were filled with our dreams. In times of rain, when we peered out fearlessly from under the safety of our identical umbrellas.
As we outgrew our clothes and our shoes time and again.
As we learned to write, to add, to multiply, and came to know of the great things that existed somewhere out there, beyond the edges of this small town we called home.
As the world changed its colors, all in keeping with the seasons.
Just like that,
without realizing,
time passed us by.
......
Memories.
Like leaves. Proudly discrete pieces of what used to be, and yet so hopelessly incomplete within themselves.
One by one, they quietly pile together.
Covering up the earth, hiding away our souls.
But always, they are thrown out of order.
Scattered by the biting winds that mark the descent of winter.
Always, the icy air robs them of their vividness.
Until they are stained with the dust of age,
Full of wrinkles
Shriveled up
Hollowed out
Brown as the mud
Mottled and obscured with countless black spots
Until they become unimaginably fragile.
And then,
under careless footfalls, again and again,
they shatter.
......
Heading home, everyday, the two of us took the same path. That was what life was, what it meant. Beautifully simple. And believably endless. But in the blink of an eye, I suddenly realized that there was no one else beside me, matching my strides. The trail became wider, the days duller, and the white bellies of the clouds further away. I could almost convince myself that all those years had been spent dreaming a long, long dream...
Almost.
Because traces of him still remain. The air remembers him. And in it echoes the stories of his existence. The waves of sound rush forth from the past, like swells on the ocean, crashing upon my expectant eardrums.
The laughter.
The footsteps.
The rustling of leaves.
The creaking of bicycles.
As if the happiness of those bygone days are still within reach. As if I only have to open my eyes to revisit the the scenes that have haunted me, awake and asleep, for years and years.
Except there is a limit to the lies you can tell yourself.
The world has long since transformed into something alien.
He has already left.
And even I am no longer the child who so firmly believed in
forever.
......
two