ditto | woosan

shattered pieces

*self harm warning

pour.

his heart poured out onto his hoodie as he processed everything that had happened.
is he really gone?
those four dreaded words concealed his heart for the long journey home, as he finally felt strength to pick up his feet one by one, walking in sorrow.
he didn't even think about pulling out his camcorder. at this point he wanted to destroy it for good. what was the point of filmography if he didn't have a muse?

he kicked the small stones in front of him as he walked, only looking down. where else was there to look if san wasn't there? it was getting dark anyway.
the sky was painted with beautiful auras of purples and pinks as the sun had set, but even that didn't appeal to wooyoung. nothing appealed to him anymore.
the cold didn't feel inviting anymore. the cold felt evil, painful as it nipped at his skin, turning it a red-ish purple. the wind didn't sweep him along anymore. the wind harshly slapped him, causing turbulence in every step; as if wooyoung even had enough strength to keep going anymore anyway.

the world around him felt like it had faded blue-y gray, as if even nature had given up on him. his heart felt thawed, as if someone had struck a blade straight through him.
he was helpless. all of his faith, strive and ambition to keep going flowed out of his eyes in the form of heartburning tears.

the poor boy was devastatingly in love with him, all of the weeks they had spent together collapsed into one big hole in wooyoung's heart.
he harshly scratched his wrist as he walked, desperately trying to draw blood so he could feel something, and to bring a different colour into his life. he hissed at the slight pain and quickly became frustrated, finding the task too difficult and inevitably giving up; similarly to everything else.
the image of san skating so gracefully and effortlessly across the lake filled him with regret.
the regret of never being able to say goodbye before he left.
san would've never wanted wooyoung to hurt himself. he'd be there "if the ice cracks" anyway right?

all of these things engulfed his person until nothing was left except an empty shell, waiting to be broken into shattered pieces.

as the walk of sorrow finally made it's close, a new door was about to be opened. a new page of his life.

the door to his home, where his two mothers waited for him.
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A/N
filler chapter before the finale 🤓

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