The Galaxies Behind Your Eyelids (Xiuhan)

the supernovas when we collide

“Luhan?” Minseok whispered while still looking at the night sky, after what felt like an eternity. He couldn’t see any stars as the light pollution erased any traces of it, but seeing the vast darkness was still overwhelming yet somehow comforting.

“Yes, is it something?” Luhan replied under his breath. He sounded lost in thoughts, but his voice sobered up as soon as he heard Minseok.

“If you could go back to the 21st century, what would you change?” Minseok. He had no idea where the question came from, or why he wanted to know. He just did.

Luhan stayed quiet for a while, thinking about it. “I would give them a book over all that we know of today. Maybe then, they would come up with something that could’ve saved us today.” He sounded so carefree while saying it; like it was just another day and he would wake up tomorrow just fine.

“How…” Minseok muttered. “How can you sound so calm?” finally he turned head and looked at Luhan, just to find the other doing just the same.

The latter smiled. “Hm… how do I explain this? Well, I just think it’s better to enjoy the time we have left, rather than worry about what’s going to happen. Because it will happen either way, and it won’t change just because we worry about it, right?”

Minseok nodded. He couldn’t really say he understood what Luhan meant by his words, but he still appreciated it. All that was on his mind was how he would never be able to see, feel, or be with Luhan again. He didn’t care about the world or places or things. He cared about Luhan, and the fact that they would never be again.

Then he asked how much the clock currently was, and Luhan replied that it was 05:30. One and a half hour left.

So Minseok decided to take the younger’s words to his heart instead, and used his last hours to talk about everything and nothing with him. And the book about the constellations in Luhan’s words and the galaxies in his mind only grew longer by the second.

Minseok wondered where he went when he died. Was it like an endless sleep? Every religion had a specific opinion about death and where you go after it. The Greeks believed one either went to Elysium, The fields of Asphodel of the fields of Damnation. The Christians believed someone either came to Heaven or Hell. The Hindus believed you were reincarnated. It was a thousand different versions to it. Maybe it wasn’t something up there, only… silence. Like cutting off music in an empty room. No personality, no memories, no ‘me’. Only white silence.

The clock was ticking. One hour. Half an hour. And Minseok and Luhan spent all their time talking, their voices floating out in the silence. Ten minutes.

One minute.

Thirty seconds. Perfectly timed as the clock turned seven a.m., Minseok heard a loud boom. Then silence. He looked at Luhan as the moment was finally there, what they had waited for but not actually wrapped their minds around was going to happen. He felt something trickle out from his ears and seeing Luhan, he realized it was blood from their destroyed hearing-system. But he didn’t mind, because in that moment, he didn’t feel any pain from it.

“I love you,” he said, but he couldn’t hear anything.

“I love you,” Luhan mouthed back.

Then the flaming sky. Then nothing.

Maybe it was time to believe in something. Maybe it was time to believe in a higher power, taking Minseok as its own. Everyone believed in technology, and the few religious were laughed at. But what if the religious had been right? What if they had souls, going to Heaven or Hell or whatever.

Or maybe his death was just a dream. Maybe he could imagine whatever he wanted after death, for eternity. Then at least, Minseok would know what to imagine. Luhan and himself. Forever.

And he would use his whole afterlife writing books about the universe in Luhan’s eyes.

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and that was the last part ._. complete oblivion yay. I dunno really, thank you for reading! It was just a small one shot but I hope you liked it anyways ^_^