questo dolore non mi è ancora servito a niente

talking to the wind

he was talking alone. again.
he was talking to him.
he was talking to the wind.

the sweet breeze caressed his face.
chanyeol responded to its questions.

why did he even try?
why did he fool himself?
why did he think his dreams could've became the truth?

he sighed to the wind.

he didn't love her.
he was so blind.

how of you feel?

tired.

tired of what?

everything.

is it because of her?

...

you can't chose who you love.
if you love her, just tell her.

but what if i don't love her.

then why did you do that?

for you. i did it all for you.

but i don't deserve it.

oh, you deserve the world — he said as he kissed the wind.

he heard a voice from behind.

i may deserve the world, but there's just one thing i want. — he was told as he kissed him.

so short n ugly n I should be studying for an Italian test rn but I'm procrastinating and I can't stop thinking about 1x12 of shadowshunters someone save me from falling in the darkest pitts of the malec hell

// as usual, unedited