#006 - 707
Title: 707
Author: douxsoleil
Fandom/Characters/Pairing: f(x)/Krystal centric
Rating/Warnings: PG
Challenge # & Prompt: #006 - the distance
Word Count: 557
Certain old room with baby blue wallpapers and lines of photographs clipped and hung in front of an unruffled bed stays undisturbed even as Soojung slowly sinks her body into it. She rises once again, feet light as she draws herself into those pictures of her youth. There used to be the six of them; iridescent even though a little bit disturbed and complicated.
It was Seulgi with her tight brown braids until it evolved to messy golden locks where a tattoo was engraved on her back, which she discovered when they were seventeen.
It was Wonwoo with judging eyes and intelligent brain untik he started wearing glasses and he realized that everything was more than what the surface show.
It was Seungwan with her love for flowers and everything unworldly that became one of the main sources for a greater pain that is called a broken heart.
It was Seokmin and his unchanging view of friendship until he grew up and realized some friends were meant to leave his life.
Last but not least, and the dearest of all is Mingyu and his cursive eyes and annoyed lines on his forehead whenever she told him of the stars until he grew up and he listened and stayed silent for her and even though he changed, he kept some parts of his that was old and familiar for her.
Today is the 7th of July and it marks the 707th day since she was no longer with them.
Transparent fingers lightly trace along the photographs, she feels her heart growing and shrinking as the distance between her and her precious friends are greater than what human can measure.
There used to be the six of them; radiant, both sad and happy at the same time with each other, some were terribly in love with each other, some just kept it platonic, some were just too afraid to speak of their feelings. It used to be six of them, all alive even though not completely whole.
Now, Soojung sits in her throne of a repeated cycle of sadness, pallid skin and charcoal black hair as dark as her eyes, for there are now five alive and one is no longer around to put them together like she used to.
"We graduated from high school, Soojung." Seulgi with her piercings and soft smile for her only.
"And you're not with us anymore." Wonwoo and his glasses masking his feelings.
"It's okay. We're fine. Please rest, Soojung. Your fight has come to an end." Seungwan and her hidden tears.
"We understand why you didn't tell us. It's okay. We're fine. You must have your own reason to not tell us about this." Seokmin and his dimly lit smile.
"I'm still trying to be fine, Soojung. It's too sudden. You left us way too soon without any warning," Mingyu and his cracking voice and his hair is black, no longer grey. It is her first time hearing that. Mingyu didn't shed any tears on her burial. He does now.
She appears in front of her friends now, but none can see her while they crowd around her grave where her shell lies. And Soojung can only feel a void forming bigger and bigger inside of her as she watches them in agony, so close yet so far from where her skin can brush them.