(1SHOT} Memories
Title: Memories
Word Count: 470
Genre: drama
Summary: She's there but he's no where.
A/N: It's too crappy for my liking but whatever. XD
I dedicate this to my grandmother who died 3 years ago. I love you.
5.
The number of days that I toured the crowded mall, holding hands with the air. It was the same mall that carried all the beautiful memories that we had. It was the place that serves as a testament of happiness, the witness of pure love right before its very eyes. 5 days and yet, I am still the same ship wrecked 3 years ago, still the same soul that had lost its way for 36 months now, more or less.
The mall, once again, attested to that.
4.
The number of hours that I have been sitting in this coffee shop. I have lost count of the number of people passing by me on the other side of the glass door. I scanned the old photos in my phone, all of which are taken 108 weeks ago or so. It was not a forced activity whenever boredom strikes. Rather, it was a mechanism to put the smile back on my face when my face muscles feel too stiff after maintaining the same straight face for how long as it can last.
3.
It was exactly 3 years ago. The number is actually still a shocker. 3 years and yet, I cannot remember anything important after all these time. All I recalled was HOME, WORK, HOME, WORK. Not at all special. I was told to move on several times but for 3 years now, I have not. It was not that I hadn’t listened nor was it because I disobeyed. God knows I tried every way possible, trashed every impossibility that came my way. I even tried using other people to forget but obviously, pain and fate are such invincible friends that freedom and effort are no match to them. What’s even worse is, I believe in fate, no, I worship it. Thus, I am still pained.
2.
Ever since that day 3 years ago, I only had 2 wishes.
I had wished that I hadn’t met him, hadn’t smiled to him, hadn’t loved him. Wishing, unexpectedly, made the cut deeper. It was like handing our lives to the deepest misery possible.
I had wished that all places painted with our memories would dissolve. Moving on seems so hard when you owned every single thought and location-my house, my workplace, the parks, the markets, cafes and
even in myself.
In the end, both wishes were deemed impossible and I cherished in their impossibilities at the back of my head.
1.
There is only one name that stole my brain and threw it back to our ocean of memories, the one who stole my heart and made it the aim for all the darts in the world, the one who stole my soul and hid it with him in paradise.
The name on the tombstone says it all.
Kim Jonghyun.
Word Count: 470
Genre: drama
Summary: She's there but he's no where.
A/N: It's too crappy for my liking but whatever. XD
I dedicate this to my grandmother who died 3 years ago. I love you.
5.
The number of days that I toured the crowded mall, holding hands with the air. It was the same mall that carried all the beautiful memories that we had. It was the place that serves as a testament of happiness, the witness of pure love right before its very eyes. 5 days and yet, I am still the same ship wrecked 3 years ago, still the same soul that had lost its way for 36 months now, more or less.
The mall, once again, attested to that.
4.
The number of hours that I have been sitting in this coffee shop. I have lost count of the number of people passing by me on the other side of the glass door. I scanned the old photos in my phone, all of which are taken 108 weeks ago or so. It was not a forced activity whenever boredom strikes. Rather, it was a mechanism to put the smile back on my face when my face muscles feel too stiff after maintaining the same straight face for how long as it can last.
3.
It was exactly 3 years ago. The number is actually still a shocker. 3 years and yet, I cannot remember anything important after all these time. All I recalled was HOME, WORK, HOME, WORK. Not at all special. I was told to move on several times but for 3 years now, I have not. It was not that I hadn’t listened nor was it because I disobeyed. God knows I tried every way possible, trashed every impossibility that came my way. I even tried using other people to forget but obviously, pain and fate are such invincible friends that freedom and effort are no match to them. What’s even worse is, I believe in fate, no, I worship it. Thus, I am still pained.
2.
Ever since that day 3 years ago, I only had 2 wishes.
I had wished that I hadn’t met him, hadn’t smiled to him, hadn’t loved him. Wishing, unexpectedly, made the cut deeper. It was like handing our lives to the deepest misery possible.
I had wished that all places painted with our memories would dissolve. Moving on seems so hard when you owned every single thought and location-my house, my workplace, the parks, the markets, cafes and
even in myself.
In the end, both wishes were deemed impossible and I cherished in their impossibilities at the back of my head.
1.
There is only one name that stole my brain and threw it back to our ocean of memories, the one who stole my heart and made it the aim for all the darts in the world, the one who stole my soul and hid it with him in paradise.
The name on the tombstone says it all.
Kim Jonghyun.