The human condition has many parts. One is that you can never have everything.
"Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday dear me~ happy birthday to me."
He blew out the little flame atop a pink candle in a banana nut muffin. He loved this kind, with their sticky tops and fluffy insides; the sweet and almost silky texture as he chewed. To him, they taste like childhood, like home and travels and happiness. Safety, even. A comfort food for the ages.
He does not often eat in the mornings, but birthdays are a special occasion: especially one's own.
That first bite into the muffin was warmth on his tongue.
He turned twenty-five years old in his sleep. Not until twenty-five does one's brain fully develop in its logical function, but twenty-five is also when the body decides it has had enough of youth.
A trade-off of the classic brains and brawn.
Twenty-five: a quarter century. He was just barely an adult. He was someone learning to be a good human, with his own spin -, as every human has - on what exactly good meant.
Would lying be acceptable? In certain circumstances? Would he cheat on a test? Would he tell on a cheater?
What is of the highest value: simple human life? Or rather, the quality of that life? Is it education? Self-preservation? Wealth? Family and relations?
These are the questions he asked, not quite succinctly.
What exactly did he, himself, require to make life worth the struggle?
Questions he was merely beginning to explore.
Yet, an uncommon peace embraced him. After today, all the good, all the bad, would be over and he would be swept away to the final life.
The oven clock struck 10:00.
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Twenty-Four Hours || k.hj
FanfictionHongjoong knew the moment he awoke; he that knew today was the day. His twenty four hours. °°° The body which had been his for over twenty five years suddenly seemed peculiar to use. Memories suffused his mind, memories he thought had been long lost...
