The leaves swindled along with warm summer breeze as a creepy silence spreads it shadows into the empty homes with forgotten residents.
The city has been quite rather than bustling with visitors round the clock. The news anchor announces the death toll every morning which slowly made me sick. I don't want to look at the television.
My phone screen shows the text messages I've been sending my Eight grade crush, Song Mingi. They were mostly romantic poems, somewhere in my heart I had this little hope of him seeing the messages.
Isn't it romantic? Confessing to the love of your life with handwritten poems in the middle of an apocalypse when he could potentially be dead. Let me read some of the poems for you. Don't worry there just a few lines each.
'my darling,
you will never be unloved by me,
you are too well tangled in my soul.'
'I think it's beautiful
the way you sparkle
when you talk about
the things you love.'
'You,
my fairy tale
my book
to never finish
let me linger in your pages
a little
ever
longer.'
God- it's embarrassing to read it out for someone but I hope you liked them.
Let's catch some fresh air. My floor's hallway has been quite the whole day. Ensuring no soul is lingering around, I step out apartment and rush to the staircase. Upon descending a floor, I come across a weirdly looking human who seemed to move ahead in my direction.
I scream, running for my life dodging past the zombie and reach the end of the hallway. I have nowhere to escape. I'm going to die. I shut my eyes close as terror takes over my body.
A loud metal bang echoes through the hallway and I open my eyes to the Song Mingi himself, standing near the alive corpse lying unconscious on the floor.
"Mi-Mingi!" his name spills out my mouth in a rather higher tone and he rushes to place his palm on my lips. His face is inches away from mine as he whispers in a low tone, "Wanna get us killed? Shut that damn mouth of yours."
I could literally feel his warm breath on my cheeks.
Oh god- THIS IS TOO MUCH!
He steps back, his fingers leaving my lips and rather form a death grip on my right wrist.
'He touched me
And it felt
as if the stars
were dancing
across my skin.'
YOU ARE READING
ATEEZ IMAGINES
Fanficthis book contains fictional scenarious and alterante universes created by the author for entertainment purposes. there is no intent to harm the identities, cultures, careers used in the stories. presenting, a colleection of smuts, angst, fluffs, o...
