𝖥𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗇 𝖲𝗍𝖺𝗋 | 𝖬𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗀

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You were my story
Your word comes to mind endlessly
Just by being able to look at it
Like a photo that will be engraved deeply in my heart

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⇅ 3 years ago ⇅

Minho couldn't remember how it all had happened.

He could only remember seeing a bright white light shining so hard that he had to cover his eyes with his hands to protect them.

It didn't last long, but once it went away, Minho slowly opened his eyes, and there was no way to describe the shock he was feeling.

For the first time in a very long time, Lee Minho opened his eyes and could see something else besides patches of black.

He could see the long and green grass underneath jisungs picnic blanket, he could see the night sky, with the beautiful stars shining.

He also could see the white box in his hands, that was decorated with colorful stickers.

Minho choked up. How was this possible? What was going on?

And most importantly, where was Jisung?

He looked around, trying to see where the younger had gone, maybe he went to the bathroom? And Minho didn't hear him saying he will be going there?

He didn't know. But curiosity was overtaking him, so he opened the white box.

Inside the box he could see a lot of things, papers, some with something written on it, while others were drawings.

He carefully took out the first paper, and it was something Minho knew. Not from having seen it before, but knowing it. Minho knew every stroke that was used to create that drawing, because Minho knew Jisung.

And it was his drawing.

"So there's like a cliff, it's night and there's a small boy sitting on the edge. This boy has a purple balloon in hand, that fits in with the night sky. The little boys is crying, while he is surrounded by small animals"

He also could see what he presumed was jisungs signature in the right corner.

It was exactly like he had explained it looked like, so so much like Jisung, he felt like he saw the younger boy just by looking at the painting.

He put the drawing aside, picking up the next paper from the box.

It was a letter.

Dear Minho Hyung.

If you're reading this, I presume my plan worked.
You're shocked, aren't you? You're able to see now hyung!
Everything you ever wanted, right?
You might be wondering why I'm not besides you, celebrating this 'miracle'
It's very simple actually.
Every wish has a prize.
And for your ability of seeing, I had to give up myself.
But that's alright though! Because you're happy. And that's all what matters
You've kept up with me for a long time, I respect you for that.
I'm also very thankful. Because of you, I was able to view the world in a different way.
Not everyone has the chance to live a happy life. But who has it, should enjoy it to the max.
I enjoyed mine. Even though it didn't last long, I enjoyed every moment I spent with you, with my family, with my friends.
We won't be able to see each other again, so I might as well tell you something.
I love you hyung.
Much more than what I was supposed to.
The first time we met, I wouldn't leave you alone. Do you remember? You kept on sending me away because I was annoying.
I kinda understand you now.
But I didn't give up, I kept on bothering you. Until one day, you just gave up, and let me enter the world of the beautiful human that Lee Minho is.
I'm always going to be grateful for having had the honor of being apart of your life.
I wish you all the best, even if I'm not there with you to live every moment.
But I'm in your heart, alright? Every time you feel the need to talk to me, lay a hand on your heart. I'll be listening from the sky.
Or maybe ground, I have no idea where I'm going to go.
I love you Minho hyung.
That's why I'm asking you to move on.
I'm not asking you to completely forget about me, im asking you to find someone that will love you as much as I did.
You mean the world to me.
You are my world <3
In the box there's a bunch of stuff I owned, it's all yours.
I also left some other boxes at my house, that you can take.
Don't miss me too much, alright?
Live your life to the fullest hyung.

All the love of this world,
Han Jisung

Minho declined the idea to believe that this was real. This had to be some kind of sick joke, there was no way.

But he was able to see.

He quickly put the paper away, trying hard to not stain it with his overflowing tears.

The world had lost another beautiful soul.

And Minho was never going to forgive himself for it.

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