Small Stories For Lost In Translation

so if you love me let me go

he still remembers the words that jaewon told him. the departing words. all he got as a final goodbye. dongho didn't get the closure he needed.

"it hurts, but it's healing"

dongho didn't know what he wanted, nor what he needed. but he got what he got.

and then he got that recording. the recording that broke his flimsy resolve.
it was voicemail from jaewon to daehyun.

"the true realization that dongho and i split didn't hit me until an hour ago when i was sitting in my car and listening to the same song on repeat just because the lyrics understood me. dae, have i stooped so low that the only thing i can grip onto is lyrics? lyrics written by artists that are much better than i am? dae help..? i don't know what to do. i'm falling apart.."

then there was nothing from jaewon after that. he didn't answer messages or calls. like he had dropped off the face of the earth. minutes turned to hours. hours felt like years. those two hours it took to find jaewon felt like time moved at the pace of a heart beat. speeding up at moments then slowing down to the smallest beat.

when they found jaewon it was almost too late. almost. but his heart hadn't stopped beating yet. the freezing water of a january winter almost froze him, his minimal movements sluggish, almost unnoticeable. only light twitches in his fingers or eyelids were any signal that he was still there among the living.

and the ambulance ride. god they couldn't have gone slower [they were truly going as fast as they could, but dongho could barely register the passage of time to realize it].