𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 ✦ ʟ.ᴍʜ

Chapter: 1

I: Wilted Flower

Unfathomable | Incapable of being fully explored or understood.

The patter of rain against the windowpane of the orphanage usually served as a comforting lullaby for 18 year old Minho, but on this particular night, it offered no solace.

Restless, he laid in bed, his thoughts consumed by fragments of a recurring dream that had plagued him for weeks.

Each night, the same vision unfolded: a girl with strange black eyes and flowing black hair, beckoning to him from a realm beyond his grasp.

In the realm of dreams, Minho emerged into an expansive forest shrouded in shadows, its depths veiled by a dense mist that hung heavily in the air.

The ancient trees, towering sentinels of the woodland, whispered secrets in a language unknown to his waking mind, their rustling leaves weaving a tapestry of mystery.

Amidst this enigmatic setting stood the figure of a girl, her presence ethereal yet palpable, her form illuminated by the glow of her luminous eyes that seemed to pierce through the darkness like beacons in the night.

Each step he took towards her was met with a soft stirring of the air, as if the very essence of the forest itself acknowledged his approach.

Her outstretched hand beckoned to him, a silent invitation that transcended mere words.
Though her lips moved in silent speech, the meaning behind her gestures remained tantalizingly elusive, just beyond the reach of comprehension.

Despite the intangible distance that separated them, Minho felt an undeniable pull, an inexplicable connection that defied the boundaries of time and space.

In that moment, it was as though their destinies had converged, intertwining in a cosmic dance of fate.

The forest whispered its secrets, the girl's eyes held the promise of revelations yet to come, and Minho found himself drawn inexorably towards her, his heart pounding with a mixture of apprehension and exhilaration at the prospect of what lay ahead.

Minho's voice cut through the silence of the forest, breaking the enchanting spell that seemed to bind them.

"Who are you?" he queried, his tone tinged with a hint of frustration born from unanswered questions that had plagued his mind for countless nights.

"I have asked you this many times, yet you never answered me."

With each step he took, Minho closed the distance between himself and the mysterious girl, his arm reaching out wearily in a gesture of longing, a silent plea for connection.

The weariness of his journey weighed heavily upon him, but his determination remained steadfast, fueled by an unyielding desire to unravel the enigma that surrounded her.

As he drew nearer, the girl's ethereal form shimmered faintly in the moonlight, her features bathed in an otherworldly glow that seemed to transcend the bounds of mortal existence.

Her eyes, twin pools of infinite depth, held secrets untold, their depths reflecting the tumultuous emotions that churned within Minho's own soul.

Yet, despite his efforts, the girl remained elusive, her presence both tangible and intangible, like a wisp of mist that slipped through his fingers with each futile attempt to grasp hold.

And yet, with each passing moment, Minho felt the pull of her presence growing stronger, drawing him ever closer to the precipice of revelation, where truth and mystery converged in a dance of light and shadow.

The girl's whispered response carried on the gentle breeze, a melodic cadence that resonated with an otherworldly beauty, yet remained incomprehensible to Minho's ears.

He sighed in resignation, the weight of frustration settling upon him like a heavy cloak, knowing all too well the familiar sting of his inability to decipher her cryptic messages.

"Let me hold your hand," Minho pleaded, his voice tinged with desperation, a plea born from the depths of his longing. "Please, don't wake me up from my dream."

In response, the girl's eyes softened, a silent acknowledgment of his yearning, yet tinged with a hint of helplessness, as if she, too, were bound by forces beyond her control.

As Minho reached out to grasp her extended arm, a surge of anticipation coursing through his veins, he found himself met with an invisible barrier, an insurmountable divide that defied his every attempt to breach it.

With each futile effort to bridge the gap between them, the dream world seemed to shift and warp, the ground beneath Minho's feet trembling as if to protest his intrusion.

And then, like a fleeting mirage, the scene dissolved into a haze of uncertainty, leaving Minho grasping at the ephemeral tendrils of his subconscious as he was jolted back to wakefulness.

Minho's heart pounded in his chest, the echo of his panting breaths reverberating in the stillness of the night.

"Not again," he whispered, his voice heavy with resignation as he struggled to shake off the remnants of the dream that clung to his consciousness like a persistent fog.

With trembling hands, he reached up to wipe the sweat from his brow, his fingers tracing the lines of his troubled thoughts.

Each night seemed to bring him no closer to unraveling the mystery of the girl with the unfathomable eyes, her presence haunting his every waking moment with its enigmatic allure.

As the echoes of his dream began to fade, Minho was left grappling with a sense of unease that gnawed at the edges of his mind, a nagging feeling that there was more to the girl's cryptic messages than met the eye.

But try as he might, the answers remained elusive, slipping through his grasp like grains of sand in the desert wind.

With a weary sigh, Minho settled back against the pillows, his eyelids heavy with exhaustion as he succumbed once more to the embrace of sleep, knowing that come morning, the mystery would still remain, waiting to be unraveled in the depths of his dreams.

End of chapter 1