My story has already ended, Chan. And you were the most important part of it. Without you, there would have been no story at all.
It is time I reunite with the realms of worldly hauntings. I don't have a place to go anywhere anymore. All I want is to run into your arms once again, cry against your black hoodie, and be comforted with words that say that all will be okay. That everything will be alright.
But, now, it is not. Now, it would never be.
I need you to remember me. I see you morosely exist in our home, going through those pages of the withered orchids again.
I was that orchid, and you brought my soul to me. I am withered, dead, and long gone. But you were my subject of ardor, and you will always be.
I wrap my arms around you as you stand before my grave, holding another bouquet of orchids. My arms feel like air to you, I know, because I cannot feel myself either any longer.
And as you place those orchids before my gravestone, you mutter what is written on that stone:
"My soul mate, my lifeline, my little orchid"
Chan, I am sorry. I should not have taken your lifeline away from you.
the end.
(a/n: as i write this, i cry, because this is exactly what I'm going through right now.
all of you have been extremely cooperative and supportive, and i love you all for it. it's the sixth day ever since i started counting how many days i live. and if it's bearable, it's because of you.
i know, this isn't my best work, but this is the first thing have written to post on wattpad in these 6 days. i hope you felt some kind of emotion reading this.
how was it? please leave reviews. and I'm sorry if i triggered anyone.
thanks for reading. i love you)
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Apologies From The Grave » bangchan
Fanfiction"I'm sorry, I couldn't stay... not even for you." In which he tries to cope with his loss. - a Bang Chan fanfiction - trigger warning: suicide, death, heavy themes - angst - short story - completed
