it felt like a wet towel had been wrapped around the inside of his throat. he rubs at his throat and tries to speak.
nothing.
he expected this, but now he was having second thoughts. his voice for a pair of legs? what was he thinking? he sighs, rubbing his eyes.
there's a pounding in his chest and head as he sits up on the sand. the waves crashed at his.....feet.
seyoon scrambled back towards land, staring at what was attached to him. his mind couldnt wrap around the image.
he had finally gotten his own legs.
he tried to stand. but instead, he wobbled, buckled, and fell many times. it took him a few minutes, but he had gotten the hang of it. (sort of.)
seyoon thought it lucky that he had crashed ashore at night so no one would see a helpless man falling as if he were drunk.
he sat back down, staring at his old home.
his blue, warm, cozy, old home. this got him to thinking of how much he missed it already.
sure, freedom is amazing. but was losing everything so worth it?
his nostalgia started to get the best of him and it made him think.
is this really what he wanted?
was his voice worth it?
what is he even going to do with himself now?
he had lost his home,
his friends,
his family,
and his lover.
for a pair of legs.
seyoon laid back, wrapping himself with his arms and stared at the moon. he hoped this was all a stupid dream that he would wake up from and laugh at.
but until tomorrow, he is all alone tonight.
YOU ARE READING
butterfly ♆ a.c.e
Fanfiction"time doesnt stop. people continue to die and be born. the world continues to revolve, with or without you, seyoon. ok?"ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ pic creds to owner concept creds to @seayoon on twt
