If you've ever been in love before, feel this beat. If you know it, don't be shy and sing along
A rainy afternoon, a quiet café, the smell of brewing coffee and a familiar calm lover. But she has no recollection of her love.
❝you were my imagination...
volvitur in rota. Rides on the wheel (of Fortune).
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20 August 2021
She watched him slip on the thin thread of his life. Wooyeon watched the most unlucky moments of his life in front of her eyes. So this was what Jeno didn't want me to remember.
"You remember?" a calm voice spoke beside her.
She looked up to see a teary-eyed smiling Jaemin. And she smiled back.
"You were a hallucination all along huh," she said, voice weak and quivering. She held back the tears that were attempting to fall.
"Wooyeon," he began, words caught in his lips. "I'm sorry."
Wooyeon reached out her palm, lightly caressing his cheek. "I always dreamed of feeling your warmth again."
Jaemin took her hand and kissed her palm, her loving imagination of Jaemin emitting the last bit of warmth she so dearly had missed without knowing.
"I'll get going now," he whispered before leaning in and kissing her cheek. She nodded and smiled at him for the last time.
She blinked and he was gone.
26 August 2019
Words could not describe how utterly shocked and stunned the poor girl was. She couldn't even look at the wreckage much less her severely injured boyfriend, thus she settled her eyes on the pool of blood on the rough road just beside his head.
No.
Everything Jeno has been asking her fell on deaf ears, nothing seemed to be running through her very very blank mind. Wooyeon could only feel the sting in her eyes and the ringing in her ears. She could hardly breathe with all the air in her lungs being sucked.
That isn't Jaemin.
That was Jaemin. That was her love. Lying there hardly or maybe not even breathing. Her knees went weak, Jeno caught her in time as she leaned on his arm. Hot tears now streaming down her pale cheeks.
It's a dream. I'll wake up soon.
"Wooyeon," Jeno called out softly. His hand rubbing circles on her back. He too felt like crying, seeing his best friend in that state. But seeing the girl his best friend loved in such a state was even more painful.
