ᗪᗴՏTIᑎY has played with me, with us.
The pieces it has mercilessly shattered have fallen into an endless maze of ᗪᗩᖇKᑎᗴՏՏ leaving the sky unmasked and unprotected.
'"Wᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴅᴏʟʟᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇsᴛɪɴʏ"'
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A short story on how jung...
««««««««««♡»»»»»»»»»» (ps: the whole story is in jungkook's pov, he is reviving all the long last memory of his deceased boyfriend , jimin)
They are still there ,the memories. I still remember the way he would touch my forehead, ruffle my hair and whine"kookie you are still taller than me".
he would then pout cutely making my heart flutter. "stop drinking that banana milk of yours ," he would add crossing his arms stubbornly .
What would I do? I would chuckle, yes chuckle which would promptly stop by a glare from jimin. "OK OK sorry minie no banana milk from now on ," giving him my puppy eyes he would giggle, his melodious giggle making me feel blissfully content. Those are the memories left to remember, to cherish, to dread.
Fate, an unnaturally powerfull word. Fate people say or simply destiny. How ironic it feels when we praise this destiny for liting up our world, blaming the same destiny when it snatches away a part of you.
life is nothing but an innocent girl playing with her dolls, that are puppets in the hands of the infant. Once you are all dolled up prettily, Snap! And the next thing you know the doll house is on fire.
Doesn't make much sense , does it?? Even I don't anymore.
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"Look at the sunset kookie it's so beautiful" he said with awe, watching the gently setting sun. "Sure it is " I said agreeing, observing the cute mochi with a cheeky grin on my face. "What-" his eyes widened as he followed where I was eyeing. "Aish you cheesy bunny. you never leave an opportunity to flirt with with me , do you??" He said rolling his eyes, a smile uplifting his face. "You know me~" I replied smugly. We were on a beach, the sand feeling soft underneath our bare foot, the cool breeze caressing our face and the waves adding up to the to peaceful atmosphere.
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(Something like this I guees (":) I Would still do anything to get that europhic feeling, but all I am filled with is hollow emptiness.
"Red, orange and yellow Marge up so well. It's as if they are masking the dull blue sky." He said softly, still appreciating the sun. "Promise me ,promise me that you will bury me underneath these colours, let me roam on these soft sand" he continued casually, as if merrily asking for the weather.
I was silent, silent because this was the truth which I wanted to be ignorant of. While getting dolled up I wasn't taught about truth ,the bitter sweet. Life for us has always been a fluffy blanket ,so warm, so cozy. But what happens when that thing is snatched away, the bitter cold that creeps onto you like a storm. The blanket protecting you is swept away , vanishing in thin air. What would you do than, I asked to particularly no one. 'Just watch ......and watch', the answer swirled in my head like venom. I sniggered silently watching the now setting sun with pure hatred. Maybe it wasn't the sunset I enjoyed I thought bitterly.
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I looked up into his orbs and time had stilled or so I thought. I saw a perfect, clear sunset without any clouds in those glistering eyes. But clouds were already appearing in my mind, a storm tagging along waiting to the drown the sunset into its endless darkness. Nothing stays forever , does it ??
"The sky without the colours is empty, useless and dull. The sunset stroking itself around the vast painting, without them just a vast void, waiting to wither off...." I said trying hard not to let my voice crack. "Even a barren painting has its own beauty and anyways it can always be repainted" he stated , smiling softly. I was at a loss of words. I knew how much may I argue the reality always had its ways to creep into a fairytale.
