our delicate string | 최범규

19: slipping through my fingers.

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day three, going onto day four

BEOMGYU SOON FELT a head atop his shoulder, snoring ever-so-softly and gently. the house was so heated yet she wore scarves and coats, many layers that could cause her suffocation. he hummed and stood up, still holding her head so it wouldn't fall.

they ended up watching films at Beomgyu's place as he cooked them up dinner. no, Aera didn't end up telling Beomgyu what was wrong, but he knew she would, right?

the time was a minute until midnight—he knew he should take her home but she had fallen asleep and frankly, he didn't know what to do.

he moved her body to a position where she could lay asleep on the sofa, grabbing a blanket to throw on her. he looked at the love of his life, thankful that the string brought them together. he didn't know where he would be without her, she brought him the hope, happiness, and love he searched for all his life.

he tucked behind her ear a few dangling strands of hair covering her eyes. he began to remember that day they spent picking flowers, his urge overcoming him to place the flower behind her ear.

soon enough, his expression from loving changed to worried for the girl. "these are gonna suffocate her." he quietly said to himself, gloomily looking at the scarves along her neck and the gloves covering her hands. he hummed again and smiled, gently removing her scarf.

the clock struck midnight.

that was the moment he thought the world was spinning. that his eyes were deceiving him and stabbing him in the back like daggers. that was the moment of betrayal built up in his body yet that was the same moment he loved her more than he ever had before.

he saw transparent spots all over her neck. while her throat wasn't completely transparent, multiple areas were see through. Beomgyu was petrified. he jumped back, knocking his back into the coffee table as all the things on top of it fell to the carpet and awoke the sleeping girl. he couldn't care less for his aching and soon-to-be bruised back because his physical pain felt like nothing compared to the aching in his heart.

"Beomgyu?" the girl was confused until she saw her scarf in his hands, using the blanket to cover up her now fully transparent neck. she used her gloved hands to help assist the blanket at its failing job.

"w-what?" he felt tears soon fall down his face. he shook his head, refusing to believe whatever was happening was real. he must be in a dream, a dream that felt more like a nightmare.

"why can i see through you?" he couldn't stop shaking his head. he threw the scarf to the other side of the room and clutching his hair in frustration.

the girl tried to stand up but instantly fell to the ground, Beomgyu going down to her. she felt weak, as if she could barely do anything. she didn't understand, why did she have to go through this? why couldn't she just love him?

"Beomgyu, i—" she weakly tried to get out the words, her throat aching.

"what is going on?" he looked at her with his teary, wanting to know the answer to her fading appearance. " "w-why are you see through? are you disappearing? w-why haven't you been telling me anything, why did you push me away! did i do something? w-why do you avoid me if you know how much i love you?" he choked back his tears and sat with the girl on the sofa. "i want to help you, so bad. please, i need to know what's going on." he held her gloved hands, only to watch as they slipped through his own.

like a ghost. her body is now passing through things.

"im watching you slip through my fingers." he muttered, watching how her hand slipped out of this.