➳ sᴇᴏɴɢᴊᴏᴏɴɢ ___ "𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆'𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂"
A promise was made, a promise they would drag along with them everywhere, a promise that tangled them together, a promise they...
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THEY WERE TWENTY WHEN HE LEFT. Things have changed. Secrets have been forgotten, promises have been scattered and lost, sweet and wholesome moments have gradually faded away. Yes, things have changed. Everything that happened is now a long forgotten bittersweet love of years ago.
He's gone. He's gone and he isn't coming back. And it's all for the best.
Now he needs to forget. Forget those feelings that only succeeded in breaking his heart.
One morning he'll wake up and realise that it's time to move on and that what's coming is better than what's gone.
But it's hard. It's hard to move on, to get away, to start over again when the only thing he wants is to remember.
People come and go. They are made of memories and dreams. Memories fade and dreams are fulfilled and forgotten. Moving on shouldn't be difficult. Sometimes you just have to let go. Sometimes you have to find comfort in this solitude that is never too far away. Sometimes you have to allow yourself to become a different person and move on with your life. Sometimes you just have to keep living.
He wished he wouldn't wake up each morning with the ache of his absence, the lingering realisation, a bitter aftertaste of the choices made and the paths left untaken.
He wished he'd never thought about what they might have been if he'd stayed.
He wished he wouldn't expect him to appear one snowy day like a promise of a new beginning.
He wished it had never occurred to him how much he needed him to stay.
Some days, if he looked closely, he would find him there, lying on his bed, on his stomach, his big doe eyes leafing through a book, his legs swinging back and forth playfully, a sweet tune escaping his parted lips. If he sat next to him, he might have seen the twinkle in those eyes, felt the warmth of a smile, and heard the laughter that echoed with shared secrets. If he took the time to listen to him, he would have learned more about his fears and doubts and he would have realised that his company alone would make any bad thing worthwhile. But he didn't look closely, not even a quick glance- choosing to remain in the safety of his own detachment- and the other lay on the bed waiting for a glance that seemed destined to stay forever elusive, lost in the corridors of time and unspoken regret.
Loneliness had always been Hongjoong's companion. It was woven into the fabric of his existence, a familiar presence that he embraced and rubbed shoulders with like a trusted friend. However, this once friendly and comforting solitude gradually transformed into something hollow and hostile, akin to a cavernous void echoing the emptiness within him. The silence seemed to mock him now, finding comfort in his pain, his laughter echoing like the absence of lost companionship and smiles that would never return.
