Ineffable 𓇢𓆸 || Jakehoon

~Epilogue~

Read this while listening to this song. It makes me cry actually 😭 song get from youth of may k drama ( a sad ending drama ) song name :- winter of may
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The world had shifted since then, like the seasons themselves.

It was March 23rd, a quiet spring morning. The chill of winter was finally giving way to the warmth of a new season, but for me, nothing ever seemed to change. Every breath I took was heavy with memories, and every step I took was wrapped in the emptiness of losing him. I thought about the day we met, under the soft blossoms of spring, when everything felt like it had just begun. We walked through the early mornings of summer together, laughing, talking, growing. It was in those long, golden hours of daylight when everything felt alive - when the world seemed wide open, full of endless possibilities.

And then, in the cruelest twist of fate, Jake was gone.

Autumn came, and with it, the weight of that final goodbye. His absence was a cold gust, stealing the warmth from my chest. The days grew shorter, and the nights, longer. The memories of him, once so vibrant, turned into something I could only hold in silence. I no longer felt the brush of his fingers against mine, nor heard the soft murmur of his voice telling me everything would be alright. All I had left were the shadows of those memories, fading, just as the trees shed their leaves for the coming winter.

Now, winter was over, and spring was trying to heal the earth, but I was still stuck in the dead of winter inside. In my heart, there was only the cold. The absence of Jake was a void that nothing could fill, no season could thaw. I moved through the days like a ghost, not quite living, but not quite gone either.

I kept his cardigan, the little blue one that he wore that day. The one that still smelled like him, faint but unmistakable. I couldn't bring myself to wash it, not after everything that happened. I could still smell his scent in the fabric - a reminder of when he was here, in my arms, warm and real. The cardigan was all I had left of him, and I held onto it with everything I had. Whenever the grief felt too heavy, whenever the silence felt too loud, I would wrap it around my shoulders, bury my face in the soft fabric, and pretend for a moment that he was still here with me. His blood was still in the fibers, a haunting memory of how he had left me, but it was also a part of him that I could never let go of. Every time I held it close, I could almost hear his voice telling me it was going to be okay.

But it wasn't okay.

The bracelet, the one I had given him on his birthday, was still around my wrist. The one he wore on his own wrist until that last day. I hadn't taken it off. I couldn't. It was the last piece of us, the last connection, and it reminded me that once, we were whole. We were together. It was a memory, a token of our love, something tangible that tied me to him. Even though I couldn't feel his hand on mine anymore, the bracelet was still there, a constant, like a whisper of him, never far from me.

Some days, I would sit by the window, looking out at the world that continued to move, even without him. People came and went, seasons changed, but I remained, lost in a time that no longer existed. The world had moved on, but I was still caught in the moment Jake left. Still caught in the season of loss. Still waiting for something I knew would never return.

But I couldn't let go. I couldn't let go of him.

I wanted to believe - I had to believe - that somewhere, out there, Jake was still with me. That one day, in some way, we would be reunited. Maybe not in this life. Maybe not now. But someday, somewhere, I would find him again.

Until then, I would hold on to everything we had shared, all the moments that made us who we were. I would cherish the love we had, the laughs, the quiet nights together, the warmth of his touch. I would carry those memories with me, and I would keep them safe. In my heart, in my soul, where nothing could take them away.

The pain would always be there, but it was the price I paid for loving him. The price of loving someone so deeply, so completely, that when they were gone, a part of you went with them.

I closed my eyes, imagining his face. The way his eyes sparkled when he smiled. The sound of his laughter. The way he always made me feel like everything was possible.

I whispered to the air, to the empty room, to the memory of him.

"Jake... I'll find you. I'll find you again, someday. Until then, I'll live with our love. I'll hold onto it for both of us."

And I would. I would hold on.

Because love like that, love that fierce and real, doesn't fade. Even in the coldest winters, it stays with you.

Forever, I love my love~

I'd like to be a fool to be part of a fool's paradise so I can be with you