Fear rushes over you. Your lungs feel frozen and god, it’s painful but you have to keep running, you have to.

You’re so tired of it and you can’t help but stumble and shake in fear as you try to escape from the silhouette coming from behind. Everything feels like it’s crashing down and you truly and honestly fear for your precious, little ( Read more... )

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You walk through the pale white corridors, passing people by with a few silly flowers in your hand and a guitar in another. And you feel ridiculous, utterly ridiculous as people stare at you. Not that you really care.

You stop at his door and wait there quietly, standing. Opening the door feels scary.

You wonder if he can see you. ( Read more... )

It’s somewhere during autumn that the two of you meet for the first time. You can’t remember much of the first moments, not really - just that he lies on his hospital bed and watches the sunset out of the window, warm colours coating his healthy-looking form. You remember wondering what he was doing there but never really asking.

You ( Read more... )

Sometimes you think the world is the colour of that dull grey you have a faint memory of painting on a sheet of white paper with your too-wet grey water paint. Sometime’s you’re certain it is. Like today as the rain keeps continuously and violently hitting the concrete ground, making little droplets of rainwater break into millions and millions ( Read more... )

“Ghost Whisperer!” Jin scares Kame by sneaking behind him on the school corridor and whispering in his ear, making the younger boy’s body jolt violently and eyes flash with fear as he turns around to see his grinning face. “Did I get that right? Did I? Did I get it right, good-doer?”

Kame doesn’t manage to answer from his shock and Jin pulls ( Read more... )

The Ghost Whisperer

The night they meet is filled with loud laughter, yelling, singing and the intimidating smell of cigarettes and alcohol. Kame’s lips are chapped and he walks down the stairs from upstairs with a bottle of beer in his hands, eyeing the room silently with a grave look in his eyes. Jin is holding the mike, his friends ( Read more... )

Jin drives happily to the familiar figure standing on the wayside, arms wrapped around himself as he wandered along the road with his head slightly down, almost as if someone lost making his way slowly towards the city after the said person’s car had broken down. When Jin gets his car alongside Kame the boy raises his gaze and Jin honks with a ( Read more... )

Driveway, April 4th

Enjoying the ridiculously luxurious leather seats in his car as he make his way speeding on a deserted driveway somewhere behind god’s back in god-knows-where he couldn’t have cared less about his nose doesn’t detect the reek of burning rubber of his car’s wheezy tires.

“I was made for lovin’ you babe, you were made ( Read more... )

Jin sleeps naked.

In autumn when the weather starts turning cold and the heating in his apartment misbehaves he has two blankets over him when he drifts off to his dream world.

He wakes up to the beautiful purple of the sunrise, staring at the ceiling and feeling the slight brush of the sheets on his bare skin as he shifts, enjoying the ( Read more... )

He’s the master of his great art pieces, his playful little screenplays. He’s a novelist, that’s what he is: a one-of-a-kind artist holding the strings in his little puppet theatre of dramas and tragedies.

Lines, he speaks them clearly with emotion, leaves place for small little wonders, a little something behind his eye. He’s an actor and ( Read more... )