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bits of pandemonium
pg-13 | sibum, of sorts; 330 words
The boy in the paper had no name.
Whether it was because he was unidentified, or he simply chose not to include it, Siwon was unsure; what he was sure was that the boy in the paper was nameless. A boy of merely seventeen - possibly older, possibly younger - with a smile so beautiful the birds had to stop singing, they were so overwhelmed; a smile so bright it could light a thousand cities twice over.
There was a confidence in the way his eyes burned through the paper, his face a grainy black and white, and in the way a patch of his hair shone in an invisible sun. His eyes were two luminous holes of black, like the marbles Siwon played with as a child.
Steam invaded the tall boy's senses as he raised the cup of coffee to his lips, taking in a quick sip to avoid burning his tongue. The frigid winter air scratched at his rouge cheeks, tinting them a darker shade of scarlet, and resisting a shiver, Siwon flipped the newpaper page, however difficult it was, what with the wind sweeping blankets of fresh snow in all directions like that of a whirlwind.
Not even sure if his bus was coming, Siwon continued his study of the paper, idly wondering, deep down, what this boy's name was. 'Unidentified student', a segment of the headline read. 'Killed in freak accident'.
And surpressing a laugh, Siwon folded the newspaper shut, and then in half; he had fallen in love with a boy. A dead boy. Funny as it was, the brunet gingerly tucked the paper into his shoulderbag for safekeeping as his bus skid to a languid stop. Spraying Coke-coloured slush everywhere (into crevices between neck and scarf; into laps; down shoes) once it came to a halt, the bus opened its door for Siwon, who, bag securely draped over a shoulder, climbed inside, and burrowed himself deep in the back.
A funny thing, because he figured God was merciful to beautiful people.