I Told You Back Then

Going back

🎵 You used to captivate me by your resonating light
And now I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face, it haunts my once pleasant dreams
Your voice, it chased away all the sanity in me

And these wounds won't seem to heal
And this pain is just too real
And there's just too much that time cannot erase

When you cried, I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream, I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me

I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me
I've been alone all along

Me, ah
Me, ah.🎵

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As the song filled the air, Zhou Zi Shu felt a profound sense of completion, as if every note and lyric conveyed the depth of his emotions to Gong Jun.

When the final note faded away, a profound silence settled between them. Gong Jun's eyes shimmered with unspoken tears, their gaze speaking volumes that words could not express. Zhou Zi Shu could see his own love reflected in Gong Jun's eyes, a love that burned just as brightly.

Time seems to slow down, forging a profound connection between them. The flood of emotions and memories resurfaces, evoking a sense of nostalgia.

In the fading light of the day, Zhou Zi Shu whispered words of love and farewell to Gong Jun, his voice filled with a mixture of sadness and acceptance.

"I hope a happy ending between us...." Zhou Zi Shu murmured as he lay beside the slumbering Gong Jun cherishing the warmth and comfort of their final moments together.

Leaving Gong Jun in the comfort of their shared room Zhou Zi Shu gathered materials for a canvas, wanting to draw Gong Jun's as what he is seeing now, lovely and bright just as what he is before.

No matter how dark things behind them. The glimpse of light that present at each other's presence was still undefeatable.

With each brush stroke, he poured his heart and soul into the painting, "Just as what he was." He whispered.

The painting depicts the flower inside the winter. A tiny blossom in the glaciers successfully blooming just as brightly as before. Even condemned in wilderness or lost. Still blooming just as the flowers in spring. Just as him.

The story they had shared in the past will remain as the story they had shared now. in their hearts, carrying the weight of their love can't be forgotten.

Days passed, and the time for goodbye's approaches. However this time it's different,

From the very depth of it's final moment Zhou Zi Shu chooses to end himself.

Lying in the arms of Gong Jun, He spoke whispering words into the thin air.

How many times has it been?,

This time I won't regret anything.

I only want this moment to tell you this, At this time. I hope you will heard me,

Wen ke xing, I love you.

This are the words I tend to say to you. This are the words you missed.

After it he carved a slight smile at Gong Jun as he succumbed to sleep.

Leaving behind only a heartfelt words and a completed canvas as a testament to their love, Zhou Zi Shu departed from that world as Gong Jun travels back to the future his in.

Forgetting everything once again like a pieces of a smoke. He resumed his life as it had been returning to the life he had known before.

However, as he resumed his daily routine, the feeling of something's missing was marked in his heart. It was as if a piece of his being had been misplaced, leaving a void that he couldn't quite define.

Despite this inner emptiness, Gong Jun made a conscious decision to ignore these feelings, burying them deep within the depths of his heart.

He chose to carry on with his life, suppressing any thoughts or questions that arose about what was missing. Perhaps it was a defense mechanism, a way to shield himself from the discomfort and uncertainty that acknowledging the void would bring.

Yet, deep down, Gong Jun couldn't escape the nagging awareness that a part of him longed for something more, something he couldn't quite grasp. It was a subtle ache, a whisper in the depths of his soul, reminding him that there was an aspect of his existence that remained unfulfilled.

As he continued on his path, Gong Jun couldn't help but wonder if he would ever find the missing piece that would complete him. Would he stumble upon it unexpectedly, or would he need to actively seek it out? The uncertainty lingered, but for now, he chose to carry on, trusting that the answers would reveal themselves in due time.

It was during his return to the museum that a flood of memories surged within his mind, evoking nostalgia and joy intertwined with sadness each time he look at it.

Standing before him. A painting of both a flower and him. The painting that belongs to his, given to his, It was a gift.
A gift for his one dear love.

He felt an odd sense of possessiveness, wants to claim what was inherently his, however, even so the painting that was been painted a long hundred time ago? Does anyone would believe it's for him?.