WATERCOLOR || Remake

Spilled Mediums

Changbin felt his heart pounding in his chest, adrenaline coursing through his veins as he sprinted through the bustling airport. His breath came in ragged gasps, and the sounds of his rapid footsteps echoed off the polished floors. Every sign became a lifeline, guiding him in his desperate search for the person he hoped to find.

Why the hell are airports so huge!?

The airport's size was inconsequential to Changbin's mission. He was focused, determined, and nothing was going to stop him from reaching Jisung.

Changbin's determination was unwavering as he spun in circles, finally reaching Gate B. He sprinted faster than he ever could, his foot beginning to ache, but he didn't care. All that mattered was reaching Jisung in time. His chest pounded, his throat dried from heavy breathing, but he pushed on.

He didn't care about the weird stares he received or the words 'stop running' he heard from the security or workers; he just wanted Jisung.

He slowed to a stop, climbing onto an empty seat to get a better look and see if he could see him. He had no idea what Jisung could be wearing.

"Jisung!" Changbin yelled out, hoping this would startle the boy. He remembered how Jisung froze before; he didn't know last time it would make him panic. However, this time, he did it knowingly. He needed those few seconds to catch the boy. His eyes wandered over the sea of people whose heads turned to seek what the ruckus was about.

"Jisung!" he yelled again. He saw someone throw some headphones on, quickly jumping from the chair down towards the figure, latching onto the shoulder.

"Jisung, wait, I-" the male turned quickly to look at Jisung.

"Can you let go?" the male Changbin reached out to, shifted away from him. Changbin's heart sank at the male's harsh words. He had thought he had found Jisung, but it was a mistake. He apologized, bowing repeatedly, feeling the weight of his mistake.

Changbin was slowly beginning to lose hope until he saw the unforgettable face on the other side of the window. Jisung had just passed the doors to board the plane. He ran up to the window, beating gently on it, grabbing the younger's attention. It was like the world froze around them. A window barrier separates the two. The lost look in Changbin's eyes and the shocked expression rested on Jisung's face, eyes meeting for a fleeting moment, their connection snapped, the red thread being cut, such a lore but very much accurate.

Changbin watched the younger mouth something. He couldn't tell what it was; it could have been many things, from saying 'goodbye' to 'I love you.' Changbin could bet it was one of the two. He ran along the window, keeping up with the younger, who seemed to quicken his pace until Changbin could no longer follow. Changbin's hands met with a solid wall, still looking through the glass as he watched Jisung get smaller and smaller before the younger was out of sight.

His face contorted in frustration as he clenched his teeth, a visible display of anger and regret gnawing at him for failing to catch a glimpse of the person he sought. As conflicting emotions surged, he struggled to make sense of the tumult within. A deep, profound sense of loss flooded over him, a heavyweight that settled in his chest and left him feeling utterly hollow and desolate, as if the world around him had turned to ash. His jaw clenched tightly, the sharp edges of his teeth grinding against each other as he realized he had narrowly missed catching a glimpse of the other person. Emotions churned within him, leaving him in a state of confusion and disarray. A heavy, profound sorrow engulfed him, casting a dark shadow over his being, leaving him hollow and desolate.

He just left. . .

Was this really how things were going to be?

Changbin's heart began breaking inside, shattering like glass. His world, which was full of colour, turned plain. It didn't feel vibrant anymore without Jisung by his side. It began fading into monochromacy. Nothing but grey filled his vision. He didn't know if it was the tears. He didn't know anymore. His head hung low as the tears slipped.