✈.011 field of memories; drabble
field of memories
pg; 200 words.
people will ask her what she waits for, each day and each night in that field, and why she risks hay fever in the fall when she stays the night in those weeds. she never answers, just laughs and says that she likes the flowers, even when none bloom there anymore. people call her crazy, and she supposed they're all right.
yoona had nightmares at night, and sometimes they were so awful that she woke up crying with her heart pounding in her chest like a jackhammer. it was only in that field, no matter what time of year it was and even if it was winter and her fingers were frozen, she felt safe there. because no matter what time of year it was, even if it was raining, she could close her eyes and take a deep breath, and inhale her sweet, sweet scent that lingered on even though yuri had vanished from the world.
even if her nightmares were stained with watching yuri die, over and over again, she could come to the field and dream of a time when she was alive and would share sweet, sweet kisses and cheerful laughs in a sea of wildflowers.
pg; 200 words.
people will ask her what she waits for, each day and each night in that field, and why she risks hay fever in the fall when she stays the night in those weeds. she never answers, just laughs and says that she likes the flowers, even when none bloom there anymore. people call her crazy, and she supposed they're all right.
yoona had nightmares at night, and sometimes they were so awful that she woke up crying with her heart pounding in her chest like a jackhammer. it was only in that field, no matter what time of year it was and even if it was winter and her fingers were frozen, she felt safe there. because no matter what time of year it was, even if it was raining, she could close her eyes and take a deep breath, and inhale her sweet, sweet scent that lingered on even though yuri had vanished from the world.
even if her nightmares were stained with watching yuri die, over and over again, she could come to the field and dream of a time when she was alive and would share sweet, sweet kisses and cheerful laughs in a sea of wildflowers.