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This is like, the continuation for What is left of me. Its something I wrote like ages ago. I dont expect anyone to read this, i'm trying to get over my writer's block
Only the boxes filled the spaces in his now empty apartment. The boxes were sealed and ready to be moved; just the way his memories of Hyukjae were. Moving on probably means moving away, and although he is still not totally convinced of his decision he still was going to carry on with this. Kibum had found him a nice place near his own place. It’s cozy and fits for one. Besides, now that he lives nearer to Kibum he will always have somebody to depend on when things get too tough.
A few weeks after the funeral, he decided that he needed to get away from his old life. He spent most waking hours trying to fight off the ghosts of Hyukjae lingering in the place they used to call home. Nights were filled with endless tears of anguish and hopeless prayers for Hyukjae to come back to him. Their nest had become a terrifying nightmare; a constant reminder for Donghae that he will always be alone at the mercy of his fond memories and promises broken by fate. Too large of a portion of his life was made in this once happy place and he cannot remain here if he were to move on (which he has to).
Donghae was sitting on one of the boxes, staring at a space. A clean white floor stared back at him. Two weeks ago Hyukjae’s favorite couch was set there. He could almost hear his and his lover’s voices wafting in the room. Silently the tears rolled down his smile and he found his voice calling for the one he longed for, again. And the tears won’t stop rolling down. He hastily wiped his tears away and willed himself to stop the dread from spreading in his chest, before it feels too heavy.
The phone in his pocket started to ring, signing the arrival of Kibum with the moving company. He let the door open and allowed the strangers to help him start anew. As the last remaining boxes were removed from their house, he thought he felt Hyukjae’s sad gaze on his back. He bit his lip and thought to himself that there is no more Hyukjae.
Kibum finally appeared at the door, leaning against the frame. “Ready?” he asked, holding out his hand to Donghae. Donghae stared at the offered warmth and hesitated before accepting it.
As he walked out, he turned around in hope to see Hyukjae’s face for the last time.
There were only cold, empty walls and the warmth in his hand.
He understood.
Only the boxes filled the spaces in his now empty apartment. The boxes were sealed and ready to be moved; just the way his memories of Hyukjae were. Moving on probably means moving away, and although he is still not totally convinced of his decision he still was going to carry on with this. Kibum had found him a nice place near his own place. It’s cozy and fits for one. Besides, now that he lives nearer to Kibum he will always have somebody to depend on when things get too tough.
A few weeks after the funeral, he decided that he needed to get away from his old life. He spent most waking hours trying to fight off the ghosts of Hyukjae lingering in the place they used to call home. Nights were filled with endless tears of anguish and hopeless prayers for Hyukjae to come back to him. Their nest had become a terrifying nightmare; a constant reminder for Donghae that he will always be alone at the mercy of his fond memories and promises broken by fate. Too large of a portion of his life was made in this once happy place and he cannot remain here if he were to move on (which he has to).
Donghae was sitting on one of the boxes, staring at a space. A clean white floor stared back at him. Two weeks ago Hyukjae’s favorite couch was set there. He could almost hear his and his lover’s voices wafting in the room. Silently the tears rolled down his smile and he found his voice calling for the one he longed for, again. And the tears won’t stop rolling down. He hastily wiped his tears away and willed himself to stop the dread from spreading in his chest, before it feels too heavy.
The phone in his pocket started to ring, signing the arrival of Kibum with the moving company. He let the door open and allowed the strangers to help him start anew. As the last remaining boxes were removed from their house, he thought he felt Hyukjae’s sad gaze on his back. He bit his lip and thought to himself that there is no more Hyukjae.
Kibum finally appeared at the door, leaning against the frame. “Ready?” he asked, holding out his hand to Donghae. Donghae stared at the offered warmth and hesitated before accepting it.
As he walked out, he turned around in hope to see Hyukjae’s face for the last time.
There were only cold, empty walls and the warmth in his hand.
He understood.