༺Masterpiece༻

XXI :: Time is but a Constraint

"In the quiet of night, where shadows fall,
A lone heart yearns for the absent call.
Love, once vibrant, now a bittersweet song,
A poignant reminder of the one who's gone.

Yet, in the tears that silently cascade,
Lie the remnants of a love, beautifully frayed.
Grown-up hearts bear the weight of the past,
A love that endures, profound and steadfast."

⊱ ───ஓ๑♡๑ஓ ─── ⊰

"Mai, why are you upset, dear?" Seokjin, a wise figure in his early seventies, gently inquired. Mai, now in her fifties, sat by the window, her gaze fixed on the horizon, a silent witness to the ebb and flow of life.

"Oh, hyung," Mai sighed, addressing Seokjin with the respect of an older brother, "it's the passing of time, the subtle ache of change. My daughter, once a vibrant presence within these walls, has ventured to France to carve her own destiny. Why do they always leave?"

Seokjin, understanding the weight of such transitions, settled into a chair nearby. "The journey of life unfolds, and our roles shift like the changing seasons. It's the nature of the cosmic dance, Mai."

Mai nodded, her eyes reflecting the tapestry of emotions woven over the years. "I know, hyung. It's just... watching her leave, it feels like a piece of my heart has taken flight. The home resonates with the echoes of her absence."

Seokjin, with the wisdom of his years, spoke, "In the grand theater of existence, our children play the lead roles, and we, the supporting cast, witness their acts. Our scripts may differ, but the essence of the play remains connected."

Mai's gaze returned to the horizon, "Yes, hyung, connected but distanced. It's the paradox of love — the joy of seeing her create her narrative and the ache of realizing she's no longer just mine."

Seokjin's eyes held a soft understanding, "Indeed, Mai. Our children, like constellations, form patterns in the celestial canvas. They shine independently, yet the threads of love bind them to our hearts."

A tear traced Mai's smile, "She's become a star in her own constellation, guiding her way through life. But, hyung, the ache... it's the melody of an empty nest."

Seokjin, a comforting presence, reflected, "The nest may be empty, but the love within its walls echoes through time. It's the legacy we leave, a testament to the beauty of shared stories and interconnected hearts. Plus, you still have the angels around."

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow, Mai found solace in Seokjin's words. The emotional landscape of her heart, marked by the bittersweetness of farewells, embraced the enduring truth that love transcends the boundaries of space and generations. Why must it always be her.

⊱ ───ஓ๑♡๑ஓ ─── ⊰

In the midst of the morning's chaotic symphony, a shrill ringtone pierced the air, heralding the intrusion of reality into the serene realm of my  room. Blinking away the remnants of a dream-soaked night, I fumbled for my phone, its luminous screen casting an accusing glow upon my groggy features.

"Jeon Jungkook, where on earth are you?" The voice on the other end was laced with an undercurrent of exasperation, and I winced as the realization hit me like a freight train.