the first time minho learnt about grief, was when he saw it in the eyes of his mother.
the first time minho learnt about death, was when his grandfather passed away.
his memory still stored some moments of the funeral.
minho has always observed, he has always seen the bigger picture, along with the details nobody else cared to notice.
from the moment minho learnt of love,
he craved it.
his world was so bright -- and he craved it.
he wanted something he could not have.
minho wanted to be in the light, but he would always be just an observer under the shade.
YOU ARE READING
from eden ; minsung
Fanfictionand his skin seeps into the fabric as he skins into the sofa. the past is the past, and yet memories plague him, and feelings spread like poison pounding inside his veins. such is grief.
