Dec 20, 2008 14:30
Fate and Fatality.
The fact that there is a certain universal limit to anything good that may happen in your life had long occurred to Jaejoong, long before he made it, before busing at the second job. Noodle restaurant, this time. On break during the night shifts he would watch the orange embers of his cigarette rise desperately to the sky swollen with stars. Up.
He was going to outlast them all, for sure. The sky may be something of the infinite sort, but Jaejoong was always a dreamer- so when his boss clattered out, reprimanding him for smoking, for taking too long a break, he apologized profusely; crushed the butt of the smoking end, and moved to go inside. He dully wondered how the life span of a cigarette compared to that of a star, and how much he was worth to get there.
He stayed outside to have another one.
Up.
I’m sorry, but can you tell me, please, which way is it to heaven
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