UG - Ch2
Chapter 2: Epilogue I
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I closed my eyes and thought of him. It made me smile, a sad one.
The silence of the air brought the melancholy in memories. Like a premiere night in the cinemas, I can vividly see us; a love that went bloomed unfortunately it was bound to end.
It was inevitably. It was fate.
I never thought, love could die -- one day.
Perhaps, I'm the one to blame. I let my love got tarnished.
But it was inevitably. It was fate.
A loud knock on the door jolted me back to reality. I exhale and stood up. Without delay, I dragged my feet towards door, and then I saw him standing.
Kim Jonghyun, the person whom I have loved. It felt normal, nothing special. But he was smiling really wide, that it felt like a convention.
Swiftly, he inclined closer to me and after a long period of time, our lips touched. Vaguely, I saw his face with my eyes open wide. His eyes were extremely shut.
They say, the best things in life are unseen that is why we close our eyes when we kiss, cry and dream. For all one knows, he still wants to share this moment with me.
Then I broke it. I took a step backward and look away as I held my left elbow with my right hand.
He did not say anything. We just stood there in silence. After months, I've been accustom in this kind of quiescence. From this lull, our breaths were the only sound that I could hear.
I heard him chuckled. I look upward, he was still smiling. I stare blankly at him. He utter, "I never thought I would see you again."
I tried to smile but it seems like I'm only fooling myself. "Come in." I said beneath my breath. I don’t even know if he heard me. I turn around and raise a foot. Without warning, I felt his arms wrapped around my body.
"I miss you." He whispered on my ears. It was poignant.
Numbly, I blinked my eyes two times.
Slowly, at a snail pace, I held his hand. "Jonghyun."
"Hmm."
"You can let go now." I remove the tight clutch around my neck, I turn around and face him. There was a confusion written on his face.
"What?" He asked, raising a brow on me.
"We're going inside right?" I said trying to make the mood lightly. But the truth is, I wanted him to read between the lines.
He nodded and there was a smile etched on his face again. "Oh. Oh. I get it. But I don’t think I can stay longer."
"I'm used to it." I mumbled again.
"Pardon?"
"Nothing." He wrapped his arms around my shoulders as we enter the place we used to call 'home' together.
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