how would you feel | namjin

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your hand in mine contrasted the roughness i've always known.

an escape from the always rugged surfaces, it was now finally resting on a long awaited pillow called your hand.

it was like they were always meant to be together, the contrast in texture, the size difference resulting in making it perfectly fit for each other; it's perfect.

i feel something rest on my shoulder, and to no surprise it was you.

left hand still attached with mine while the other is used to support the camera while you were browsing through it.

looking at the moving painting that i have already memorized in just the span of months, i rested my head against yours.

i went back to closing my eyes, with only the sound made by the nature and the people who lived in it to entertain me.

i quickly noted in my mind; the sound of the birds flying above, the gentle waves making contact with the sand and going away only to repeat it after a short span of time, the thud the wall makes every time i hit my heel against it, your slow breathing that show that you are content right now.

quite frankly, i feel the same.

i squeezed your hand, convincing myself that it was somehow a way for me to save this moment.