Lee Minhyung Imagines

a | ghost

THINGS TO REMEMBER:
- Tragic
- Indirect mention of d**th

Your POV

“Alright so, I know it’s been a long time since this song first came out, but I just want to sing it because… well, it’s a very special day. Can everybody agree?” Mark's voice echoes as the stadium was once again filled with loud cheers.

I smiled, pride emitting through me as I looked up at him. His eyes loomed over the crowd as if it met with mine. Mark looks down, and looks back up again, “Y/N, love, I know you’re out there somewhere. We haven’t been with each other for a long time. But I’ve prepared this song and decide to dedicate it to you, since… after all, it is your birthday.”

“I hope you enjoy it!”

Suddenly, a booming sound came from the speakers, and I immediately recognized the intro. I knew this song, I knew it very well. A sense of nervousness rushed through my insides as I tried my best to focus on him. On my supposed husband.

My supposed forever.

Mark grew up to be a great man despite all odds seemingly against him, and I couldn’t be more proud.

“Youngblood thinks there’s always tomorrow, I miss your touch on nights when I’m hollow, I know you crossed a bridge that I can’t follow. Since the love that you left is all that I get, I want you to know.” Every word sang felt like a hundred knives stabbing me all over again. I could feel his pain, his longing.

At a young age, I immediately knew Mark had it hard the most. He had to grow up while living with a hole inside his heart. Everyday I would see him mourn and cry, there was never a time where I’d see him smile because of genuine happiness.

Though, as much as I wanted to help him… I couldn’t.

He was too far out of reach.

“That if I can’t be close to you, I’ll settle for the ghost of you, I miss you more than life. And if you can’t be next to me, Your memory is ecstasy, I miss you more than life, I miss you more than life.”

The audience stared at Mark in complete awe as he stood there, all in nothing but jeans and a shirt which had his favorite cartoon figures back when he used to be a kid. I remember seeing his mom wash his clothes that had those similar designs every single day because he’d rather wear it out of all the shirts he had. I chuckled at the thought.

His voice continued to draw me in while I listen, regardless of the loud crowd, I could hear his ever-loving tone, “Youngblood thinks there’s always tomorrow, I need more time but time can’t be borrowed, I’ll leave it all behind if I could follow. Since the love that you left is all that I get, I want you to know.”

Just then, tears began to fall from his beautiful eyes, people began to notice it and coos at him, saying to stop crying and whatnot. I chose to remain silent, though, sucking in a deep breath as I watched Mark regain his self, “That if I can’t be close to you, I’ll settle for the ghost of you, I miss you more than life. And if you can’t be next to me, Your memory is ecstasy, I miss you more than life, I miss you more than life.”

When the orchestra like instrumental dropped, my eyes saw Mark's knees falling on the floor while his hands tried to fix himself up. I could see his whole body shaking with his head down. I wanted to go up the stage so bad, I wanted to hug him, tell him that it was alright, that I would always be here no matter where he went.

But I couldn’t. I couldn’t bring myself doing so after the things I’ve done to him.

I hurt the love of my life.

That wasn’t something I can ever pay.

As the song was coming to an end, he slowly stood up, my heart breaking at the sight of his bloodshot eyes, stains of tears on his cheeks as he gripped on the microphone tightly. “So if I can’t be close to you, I’ll settle for the ghost of you, I miss you more than life. And if you can’t be next to me, Your memory is ecstasy, I miss you more than life, I miss you more than life…”

“I miss you so much, my darling dearest. I hope you’re doing fine up there, no-no more pa-pain…” Mark looks up, lifting his right hand as he pointed toward the sky.

I shook my head, whispering the three words I never got to say before I took my last breath, “I love you.”

And with that, I had disappeared.

Leaving him… once again.

~👻💔🌹The End🌹💔👻~
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