lee minho is the heterosexual guy who walks around campus with a composed aura surrounding him. he has no flaws, he has no "troubles", he's an attractive male with fantastic grades and popularity at a great distance from getting too much attention...
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↳ minho's pov ⋆｡˚
october 242021
seasonal depression was like taking pills that are supposed to help my system by calming me down, only for it to give me more stress. my body is tired, and i need sleep, but my brain is wide awake at night. i can't sleep, despite feeling tired all inside me.
the clouds above me surround my silhouette into a dark shadow. the clouds filled with rain. the endless sky of tinted colors fills my system into melancholy. none of which is sadness, depression, or agony. the melancholy of being left alone felt like the endless sky of comfort. unhealthy, but the superficiality of ignorance felt better to do than anything that felt right.
the cold was brewing like the upcoming january fog in a forest. my teeth clatter when i step out the house that is almost like a sea filled with fish, swimming and finding new animals along the way.
i can no longer stand it. not the music, not the dancing, not the murmur yet loud voices of talking, not the people who swim like the tides of an ocean.
everyone in that house supposedly wishes me a happy birthday. i don't believe it, don't think they actually care about my birthday. all they know is to say "happy birthday" and ask me the same exact question every year, "how old are you now?" it's simple, the only reason why they're all here is because of the alcohol, and the mess of "having fun." it's not like they're all exactly there to congratulate me on turning twenty-three, who would ever want to congratulate me on something like that? it's all fun in games for them.
not for me.
i'm a bit drunk when i step outside the house, so i loose my footing when i try to walk to the closest car. i slip from the icy slippery floor and hit my butt-locks real hard. i winced in pain.
since when did i ever have a good birthday that i seriously enjoyed?
i can't remember when.
just as i'm about to get up myself, a hand in rescue comes clear to my vision. her slim ankles come into view, as well as her shinny glittery silver heals. she wears a short sky-blue dress in the cold, with no sweater. i'm baffled, what kind of person can wear such a light wear clothes in this freezing cold weather?
her hand slips into mine, it's soft and cold. mostly, soft.
i meet her gaze, but the pitch black night doesn't allow me to fully look at her with the beauty i'm missing out. the alcohol lingering inside me which also doesn't allow me to clear her beautiful features together.
if only i wasn't so drunk.
i hear her laugh, which awfully sounds familiar.
"minho?" she sounds just as surprised as i am to see such beauty. though, i'm not sure how she knows my name. i can't recall ever meeting such a gorgeous face before.
