Faded Memories

Faded

Sehun stared out the window and put his hand on the cold glass. The only sound was the rain pelting against the roof of the house and Sehun found it a comforting sound, like a lullaby. Leaning closer to the glass, Sehun pressed his forehead onto it, his hand slowly sliding down and then resting on his lap. It was exactly like 10 years ago. The only difference was that there were no people from the house next door moving around in the front yard, packing boxes and furniture into a truck.

Sehun pulled away from the glass, resuming his position, sitting cross-legged on his desk. It was a habit, something he used to do when he was younger when he wanted to talk to Jongin, and it stuck. He would climb onto his desk, open the window, and use the flashlight to catch Jongin's attention. Only this time, there was no Jongin. Sehun turned his body and stretched his legs out, putting them on the floor. The heavy rain was now a light pattering Sehun found the lulling slowly fade away. He could hear the faint noises of the cars driving past, water splashing onto the sidewalks.

Sehun stood up, and in the process, knocked something off his desk. He looked down on the floor and found his picture frame there, the glass broken. He sighed and bent down picking up the large pieces of broken glass with nimble fingers, not cutting himself. He brought them to the trash bin by the door and then brought the bin to dropped frame. He picked up the metal frame and flipped it. The picture fell out and landed on the floor. Sehun put the frame into the bin and then picked up the small pieces of glass. Picking up the picture, he placed it on his desk and went to get the broom.

After cleaning the floor, Sehun took the picture off the desk and laid down on his bed. He held the picture above him and stared at the face of his best friend. His former best friend. The picture itself was yellowed, dog-eared, and faded, but Sehun could still see the face of Jongin and himself clearly. A small smile graced his lips as he remembered the day the picture was taken. Jongin threw a fit, but after lots of nagging finally let his mother take the picture of him and Sehun. The first one came out horrible, Jongin glaring at the camera and Sehun with his eyes closed. The second one, however, came out perfect and Sehun kept it and treasured it. Sehun turned onto his side and put the picture next to his alarm clock. He closed his eyes and slowed his breathing until he fell asleep. The picture dropped to the floor and went under the bed.

Sehun dreamt of Jongin. He dreamt about Jongin's laugh, his playfulness, the smiles he would give to everyone if he was happy. Sehun dreamt about it all. The memories of Jongin were forever imprinted into Sehun's brain and no matter how much he tried, they stayed there. Everything was so vivid. The fluttering in his stomach when Jongin hugged him, the fast heartbeat he had whenever Jongin smiled at him, the pain when Jongin left him. The feeling of Jongin's warm hand touching his cheek still lingered when his eyes opened. There was this empty feeling in his chest and an aching in his heart. The rain was gone and the sun shone through the window. Sehun sat up and looked out the window. The raindrops were still there, but there was sunlight to dry it up. It was like the sky was tired of crying and the sun came out to dry its tears. Sehun wished he had someone to dry his tears. Someone like Jongin. He stood up from the bed and left his room.

The picture was left, forgotten.