softly and quietly

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one

i met you on that rainy october evening. the way your cigarette dipped slightly in the corner of your mouth was enticing. and even though the fire blazing from your cigarette was bright, the way your eyes sparkled against the pitch black, star filled sky was brighter.

your eyes shined so bright, so warm in contrast to your hard and chiseled features. and that's what made you so different, so compelling. because despite your harsh, dark get up, i could still look deep into those orbs and feel warmth.

everytime i stole glances at you i was afraid that if i looked back enough times, you'd be gone. that you would run back into the dark with your blazing eyes like the story of orpheus and eurydice. but despite my wild mind, you were still there; next to me with not only your bright cigarette but a creeping smirk as you absentmindedly jotted and scribbled something down with a pen.

as i saw the dark mahogany door approaching in the rainy skies, i was overwhelmed with a thick sadness realizing as though the boy with dark hair, cigarettes, and blazing eyes would run back into the dark never to be seen again. i sighed to myself, dragging my heels across the damp, pavement earning a sly look from the boy as he took another drag of his fleeting cigarette.

our footsteps had finally come to a halt as i had reached my home. i stole one more glance at the boy who had said nothing the entirety of the walk here, just the occasional puff of smoke and the readjustment of the bright yellow umbrella he carried.

"thank you, for walking me home."

he just shrugged lazily before he gently tossed the marlborough box into my unbelievably, sweaty palms. i gave him a puzzled look before off he went; back into the rain, swinging that bright, yellow umbrella as he went.

i watched him disappear before curiosity got the best of me and i had flipped over the creased box to find the articulate drawing of what appeared to be a girl and a boy running hand in hand through the night sky.

he had signed the box, the only remnants of him left were his initials and the sole cigarette left reading

"l.ty"

author's note: wow i love lee taeyong, but this chapter sounds so angsty like am i okay?? but anyways the important part:

the story of orpheus and eurydice: a beautiful man with the ability to make all who listened to his lyre swoon falls in love with his one true love eurydice  [ur-id-isee]  (a wood nymph) who in turn loves him the same. they are married happily until tragedy befalls them as aristaeus who despised orpheus and desired eurydice had chased them until the shy girl had stepped on a poisonous snake dying instantly. orpheus in his grief came up with a plan to bring her back, he wooed even hades with his lyre and he allowed him to bring eurydice back to earth only on the condition that he was NOT to look at her until he had been sure they had reached the light. earnestly he had brought eurydice hand in hand up the stairs out into the light only to have impatiently yearned to look at her unrealizing that she had never made it into the light. she ran back into the underworld leaving the starry eyed lovers relationship to an end. orpheus' body was later ripped into pieces and thrown in the river.

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