* If the video doesn't show, it's I Cried For You - Katie Melua
Minho's diary:
Jisung, love,
... four hours.
I've been staring at a blank page for four hours because I don't know what to say or how to begin. There are too many thoughts in my head. Each one of them revolves around you and only you. I wish you were here to help me untangle this mess in my head.
I wish we had more time to explore each other.
When we first met, I thought you were such an idiot, not knowing you'd become the very reason I felt joy of being alive.
I wish I was a poet like Shakespeare so I could use fancy words to tell you how much I love you and what you mean to me. This will be the last chapter I will dedicate to you, although I could write countless books about you.
Writing down everything you ever told me, I felt like meeting and falling in love with you all over again. Whenever I think of you, you are so close,
and yet... so far, beyond my grasp.
All that's left of you are the memories I keep so close to my heart, that one photo of you in the waiting hut, and the holographic cat card in my hand- it shimmers like a rainbow, somehow it reminds me of your beautiful laugh.
I wish I could hold you in my arms instead...
The past couple weeks have been long, quiet, lonely.
|| You linger like a ghost in every corner of my world, your silhouette etched in
the spaces between my thoughts.Even in the quietest moments, your shadow drifts across my mind like a half-remembered dream I can't shake.
There's an emptiness where your laughter used to live, a hollow space in
the rhythm of my days.Every breath feels a little heavier, as if the air is thick with your absence, and I'm leftsearching for you in places you no longer exist. ||
I'm sorry I couldn't unpick the seams of fate.
We will meet again in our next life.
I love you.
Eternally yours,
Minho.
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Jisung died in Minho's arms the day before Christmas. Since then, the world has been passing by in a lost momentum, stripped of all color, gray on gray. People close to Minho noticed the change. The way he walked, his shoulders slumped, his downcast eyes no longer sparkled. Wrinkles and gray hair made this young man look twice his age.
Three months later, the beginning of spring. Jisung was not there. The couple had made plans back then to celebrate this day and go all out with decorating. A picnic in the garden. But Jisung was not there. Jisung was nowhere to be found.
On that first day of spring, Minho was helping Chae-Won in her garden. The day before, she had returned from a business trip to Japan (although she was retired, she couldn't refuse certain offers). She also offered Minho a permanent place to stay, the two got along well, yet Jisung's death hung over their heads like a hazy veil. Chae-Won sat on a stool, cutting pink orchids, looking worried and sad at Minho, whom she had mentally adopted as her grandson.
Work kept Minho busy. For a while, it distracted him from the emptiness in his heart and the constant ache in his soul. The rain had softened the ground, making it easier to pull weeds out of the lawn. When he was halfway done, sweat was dripping down his temples. Today, everything seemed to take twice as much energy.
Minho went back inside and through the living room to the kitchen to get a cool drink from the fridge. There he also spotted the souvenir Chae-Won had brought him from her trip, lying on the middle shelf (Minho briefly wondered why it had to be kept cool). A black, rectangular package, neatly wrapped with a green ribbon, and a small card tucked underneath.
"My dear Minho, when I was visiting Tokyo, I came across this little shop a little off the beaten tourist track and thought of you. Please enjoy this little gift."
Minho pulled on the ribbon and opened the lid, but when the lid fell to the floor and revealed the contents, his heart shattered like glass. A selection of Japan's finest sushi stared back at him. Minho hadn't eaten sushi since he and Jisung - back in camp -
A wave of sticky, black grief washed over him and clawed at his heart. The memories came back with such force that his head spun. His throat tightened and a dull pressure rose somewhere in his stomach. He stumbled and tried to shake the dizziness from his head, to no avail.
Minho's vision tilted and he fell into the darkness.
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Minho's soul transcended,
and in the afterlife
he was reunited
with
his one true love
Jisung.
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Yuánfèn. Fate. Destiny.
It is believed that people who have yuánfèn are destined to meet and form deep connections, regardless of time or distance.
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* || || Credit goes to srv.stf on Instagram for providing some of the most beautiful lines I have ever read.
* It sounds like a cliché, but sometimes, people die from a broken heart. Medicine called it stress cardiomyopathy- or broken heart syndrome, if the stressor was emotional. It's what happened to my father.
* Song that inspired the title: Horizons - Puscifer
* Thanks to everyone who read my little story <3
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