Jaiden and Winter huddled together in the shadow of the crumbling edifice that once dazzled with life, a stark contrast to the ashen skies of their apocalyptic present. Between them, they held a polaroid, a ghost of a world draped in sunlight and laughter.
"The cherry blossoms were in full bloom that day," murmured Jaiden, his fingers tracing the edges of the photograph where petals danced in the air like pink snowflakes.
Winter, her name now a bitter irony in this perpetually gray world, leaned her head on Jaiden's shoulder. "I remember the way the wind played with your hair. You were trying to act so annoyed, but you couldn't hide that smile. Not from me."
He chuckled, a sound brittle with disuse. "I was happy then. We were both obsessed with capturing the moment, but we didn't need to. It was perfect."
Winter's eyes gleamed with a sheen of unshed tears. "We didn't know that it would be one of our last moments of peace. That chaos was just... waiting."
Jaiden's eyes met Winter's, finding an oasis of bygone memories. "You said love was like those cherry blossoms, remember? Beautiful, fleeting, and to be cherished."
"And you said that was too gloomy of a perspective." Winter tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, a wistful smile blooming amidst the ruins of her face. "But you understood, deep down. Maybe that's why we held on to love so tightly, even as the world let go."
The mention of love seemed to echo around them, a reminder of what once was.
A gust of wind, laden with the dust of desolation, whipped through, snatching at the photo. Reflexively, Jaiden clutched it closer to his chest, as if safeguarding the last scrap of their shared history from the uncaring gales.
"You think it can ever be beautiful again, Jaiden?" Winter's voice was almost lost in the howling wind.
He didn't answer immediately, staring into the bleak horizon, searching for a hint of color amidst the grey. "I think," he finally said, "that beauty never truly left. It's here, in this picture, in us. Even if the cherry blossoms don't bloom again, we carry their beauty here." He tapped his chest, over his heart.
Winter nestled closer, borrowing warmth from his hopeful words. "Promise me, Jaiden."
"Promise?"
"That no matter how grey the world gets, we won't let the color fade from us." Her voice was a plea, a tender shoot of green in an arid field.
He tightened his arm around her, pulling her into the sanctuary they provided each other. "I promise, Winter. The world might be cold, but our memories, our love, they'll keep us warm."
And so, beneath the forlorn heavens, Jaiden and Winter clung to their snapshot of yesteryears, a defiant ember of warmth in the cold apocalypse, painting their monochrome world with the colors they refused to forget.
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Kpop Oneshots: Fanfics generated by AI
Short Story•Prompts written in AI generate a story and I post them here. •All stories are one shots and fanfics. •Male character is always named "Jaiden". •Male character x Female Idols. ~I also take requests~
