Eutopia ⚘ Beyond The Scene

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Just one day, if we are still together, let's never stop. Let's keep this between us going.

–NOTVANTE

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The next day instead of going to school like the rest of the town I took off in the other direction towards a spot my father and I used to go whenever we could. It had been rumored around that the station got shut down, so when I heard this, I felt that a small piece of me crumbled and would never return to how it was before. My father was an average businessman. He always took me out of town with him when he had to go to Seoul, and we would just do everything we could before we got back home. We would go to the fair where we stuffed our mouths with fair foods and other sugary treats never telling mother once of what we did. It was amazing. I wish I could do that with him at least once more.

The weather was negative three today. Every so often when I thought that we were free from this recent winter storm, it would begin to snow fresh feet of that glistening white magic. As much as I loved this weather it still got to me in the nightfall. With a smile and a second-hand puffy scarf around my neck, I took off. My destination was a couple of miles away from home.

I stopped close to the entrance and locked up my bike. It still looked the same but the only difference was that there was no one in sight but the feet of snow that covered the rails completely.

I sniffed back the tears as they tried to get lost, and continued to walk down the small path towards the railroad. Somehow I got that weird feeling that I wasn't alone. Someone else was there resting against the snow-filled railroad, their head laying on the pile of snow in front of them. They looked lost; not themselves if that makes any sense. I quietly continued to walk down the path keeping my distance from them afraid that if I made the slightest of noise they would chase me off or even worse, hurt me.

When I heard the train horns in the distance my only reply was to stay frozen in my spot unable to move. That was not possible at all. The last train that had gone by here, almost ten years ago, was approaching for far away signaling its approach. The boy still hadn't moved. I was too far away to see what he was doing or why he was resting against the rail. So I screamed. I yelled out for him to be careful, to get out of the way even but he completely ignored me and remained in the same laying position.

I took off to where he was tripping and tumbling over the piles of snow but I was not going to stop myself from doing anything. I could not bear the thought of seeing someone die when I had the full potential to do something about it. When I reached him I attempted to pry him off the railroad, but he kept pushing me away yelling to let him be saying something about this being his only escape.

I yelled back at him to be quiet and kept going trying my hardest to get him away and to safety. From far away I heard other voices screaming. They yelled something that sounded like a name..

"T-taehyung?! Is that your name? Taehyung!?"

He nodded but didn't make an effort to look up or move an inch.

"Please! I-I need you to get up, quickly! It's getting closer. Is this how you really want to end everything?! In such an injustice way! Yah!"

He finally looked up at me after hearing my constant yelling and begging. His eyes were the softest shade of brown I had seen, but the emptiness that followed behind him was so Melancholic, that all over again, tears were wanting to form from my eyes out of nowhere.

"Y-you need to get up.. just grab my hand please.."

He stared at my outstretched, pale hand before glancing up at me and taking it into his. I quickly pulled him up with all my strength and ran, dragging him behind me. In seconds the train zoomed past us blaring its horns once more before it was gone with the wind. I blinked a little before turning to him again. He looked fine; out of it but fine.

"Please. The must be a reason why you just tried to..-"

"-Why I tried to kill myself? I want out. Of everything."

I slightly flinched back at his low baritone like voice and spoke up after I recovered from this sudden shock.

"I'm sorry... But I don't understand what do you want to be out of..?"

He looked down at me and threw me a disagreeable smile.

"Of this world. Of these rules that we must follow from the new fathers. Of these fake Utopias that we live in. It's all a hidden mystery trying to lock us into it. It tries to make us a mystery ourselves."

I glanced down at my hands and took out my glove fast when I noticed the purple blotches that were forming against my palm.

"Look, I want to believe you. I really do. But what am I suppose to believe when you just tried to end your life? When-"

I couldn't get the words out. As much as I wanted to I felt this empty hole inside of me when I tried to go against what he was telling me. So I left the matters the way they were. I apologized, bowed a full 90-degree bow, and left. When I reached the top where my bike was at I turned to look at him once more but he was gone... I sighed and pulled my jacket tighter around myself.

I had just passed a couple of hours here trying to save someone who wasn't as grateful as I thought he would be. Still, I hope that he finds his way–That he gets home safely and thinks otherwise instead of wanting to do something he would regret.

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