♡ We tend to cherish the fleeting things... because we know that, someday, they'll all be gone. ♡
𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 1x
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Nineteen-year-old, cancer-stricken Lee Minho knows is well aware of the presence of his impending death. Exhaus...
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Things aren't quite like how Minho imagined it would be. Perhaps it's because imagination is essentially nothing: rooted in soil too sparse to hold its footing.
Imagination. An integral aspect of dreams, a vital component even, that makes every fallacy a manifestation of something possible. Dreams are spun with the fabric of imagination, strung together by wishful thinking yet strangled by disappointment. Imagination can be cruel and tangle you in vines that bind your chest until it suffocates you.
Still, we are told to imagine, to dream, to hold room for wonder. Optimism is good! It deludes our minds into thinking there is a greater future waiting for us behind each heavy door that slams shut. Optimism is easier to cling to than acknowledging the pessimistic possibility that life is not empathetic nor just — that maybe the door does not open because it was never meant to. That we are forever stuck here, in limbo, staring at doors that will never budge and clinging to the threads of a hopeless dream that cannot become a reality.
When Jisung promised Minho that he'd begin cancer treatments, even if he knew better, a piece of him anticipated a seamless recovery. Simply because that's what Jisung deserves, and because that's what was promised to him in his naïve fantasies.
Where is the rainbow after the storm? Where is the sunlight? The rays of warmth after the night has passed?
Naturally, the universe had other plans. It always did.
Even when the doctor ordered a significant increase in Jisung's dosage and sent him into another two-week treatment, and Jisung assured Minho he'd try his best, nothing seemed to change. The doctors around here must be sadistic. It seems more like torture than treatment to Minho: no one is actually trying to cure Jisung — rather, they're pumping his body full of drugs to make his inevitable death less painful.
With the Star Lost program nearing its end, Minho is admittedly starting to lose hope. He can hardly look forward to the party happening tomorrow: Jisung is too important.
