" My fear is not pain but the burning love
The remaining ashes that moulds it, I want to forget you like you have already forgotten me. But I am too weak to do so. In my dreams, I find you beneath the stars,
on a sunny day, in the rain and
...it wi...
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31st December 2021
A rundown building. Held up by cedar beams, cement and tiles with approx 4 families and 19 members.
In a certain apartment live two souls. One father and his only sunshine, his son.
Outside of the apartment - a tattered doormat, Small balcony filled with saplings and seedlings, lilies in plastic pots.
inside - the hiss of the kettle, the clink of a cup, walls are being adorned with paintings, some are forgotten, some are unfinished and some are simply worth millions but luck was never on the side of the artist.
Scattered crayons on the floor, action figures, painting books.
On table a svelte frame is placing omurice, mean while a little bun puts his feet in air, lying on the floor. His doe amber eyes are fixed on that svelte figure. He loves watching his appa while he cooks.
" Taehan-ah, why are you lying on the floor. It's december, you will catch a cold "
Lissom man says as he places a fork on white plate.
Little marshmallow, instantly goes towards the kitchen, washing his hands, he hastily comes near to the plastic table.
" Did you wash your hands, Taehan-ah? "
" Yes! Why do you ask this question every time? I am 9 years old now- remember? " Little man inquires with a scowl on his face.
" Ah, right you are 9, but you are still a baby "
" No, you can't treat me like a baby. I am a MAN now " His little red-flushed face disagrees.
The father walks closer to his son and suddenly starts cuddling his sunshine.
" Hehe he, appa you are tickling m--hehehe me, le-hehehe leave me. I am hehe angry "
" Really, so why are you laughing? "
His appa increases the rate of his attack.
" Becaus-- aaaahh, hehe"
After 10 minutes of their cuddle fight, young father lets go of his defeated son.
" Eat faster, we need to go to the hospital "
" No! I hate going there. Those doctors are scary " The little version of that man protests- fingers fidgeting
" Baby, we have to go ther-- "
" I am going to die anywa-- "
" Taehan! Stop it. Finish your food and get ready " The father glances at his baby before ambling towards the balcony.
It's been a month since he last sold his painting to that famous painter for just a few wons and that much money will not help him to save his baby.
Cold damp skin, clouds deepen within, Snowflakes brew unto him as he whips out a tasteless, tarry, smoky cigarette. Feeling the pain of snowflakes, Train horn rings through his veins and he pierced into pieces His cold lips onto the end of his fresh cigarette to continue keeping him feeling alive.
