The Odd Doctor Out | A Drama | S. 5

836 🩺 Kiss Away

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Letting out a frustrated groan, Wooyoung closed his laptop. 'My brain...' he whimpered, rubbing his temples.

Sitting in San's bed, surrounded by magazines, tafe printouts, sketches, and notebooks, he'd had enough. After studying for most of the afternoon, working on his portfolio plan, his brain was fried. He couldn't take another second of it—knowing what he wanted to create, but not knowing exactly what that might have looked like... Or even what he needed to do to get there...

Sighing, he swept up all his things into a pile and dumped them all on the bedside table, paying his little polaroid photo of his family a smile, before glancing back at the bed.

There was just one lone notebook left, and it made his chest tighten nervously...

'You could do some more psych homework...' he murmured, nibbling on his lip...

Almost gingerly, he reached out and took his journal, feeling the weight to it—all the heavy emotions he'd poured into it like never before... It was like an extension of himself, but just all the bad, and in a way, it almost felt like it was a kind of place where he could take the pain out of his own chest, and put it into the pages to share the weight of the burden...

As hard as it was to bring himself to do it though, the more he managed to share, the more he felt he could continue to. He was building strength, and his heart felt lighter with every entry—every scribble he made.

And so with a light sense of discomfort in his chest, he reached over to take a pen from the bedside table, and leant against the headboard, opening his journal to the next clean entry—slowly turning past the filled pages of his life's sorrows, acknowledging his heartache and trouble he'd been through to get his feelings out onto paper.

What should I write about? he wondered. Most of his entries has been sparked by a situation or something he'd felt, while the rest were mainly brainstorming clouds, searching for things that made him pain...

However although he felt the weight of his journal and what it held, it almost seemed like his body wasn't in the mood to be plunged back into heartache, and with it, he found himself doodling little hearts across the page, bestowing love into the midst of negativity...

Choi San, he wrote, smiling as he felt a sense of childishness come over him. He hadn't doodled over a crush since primary school...

And yet, here he was, drawing a cute little imaginary animal on the page, with another bestowing a little kiss upon its cheek—a halo of heart around the one he felt his heart drawn to...

Safe, he found himself writing near the margin...

Free~

He smiled, shading little blushed cheeks onto the animals, before putting down his pen and brushing his fingertips over the drawing. Suddenly, it felt like his journal wasn't all bad. Now, it held good, too...