Sun & Moon // Markhyuck

Limitations

The house was cold and it almost felt isolated. No one home. Just himself and his reflection. He had always lived by himself ever since he turned 17 years old. He wanted to be independent, well he had to be.

Mark was an only child in the house hold, however he is the only person left in the house... on his sixth birthday his parents separated unexpectedly and left him a gift. A big gift in fact, a gift so big that he didn't even know how to react because he was too young to understand the situation. That gift was loneliness. His grandmother took him in with open loving arms and raised him up to become a well mannered young man. Young Mark used to cry himself to sleep every night reminiscing on the faded memories of his parents and a once happy united family. He stared at the illuminating moon every night to reassure himself that there is always light within the darkness.

When he was 13 years old, he peaked through the cracks of his bedroom door just so happened to witness his grandmother shivering and slowly making contact with the cold tiles. He bit his bottom lips nervously unsure of knowing what to do. He stumbled back to his mattress and snugged himself under the blanket almost suffocating himself. This is just a dream, this is dream. That's what he had thought.

In the following Spring season, he learnt that his grandmother was diagnosed with leukemia.  Ironically, he was just studying the novel, 'Sadako and the Thousand Paper Cranes' in school. That's when he understood the struggles and pain that she felt. Although the pain was painless but she was slowly decaying with a brighter smile.

Ever since then, Mark had never shed a tear as he kept his emotions and stress bottled up. He had always feared of the phrase goodbye. Thus, he had never had a chance to say goodbye to his parents neither his grandmother before their departure because he always prayed for a next time. The last tear he had shed was at his grandmother's funeral, just a single drop but it was carried with a million thoughts and messages expressing his appreciation and affection towards the elder.

Now, instead of looking at the moon, he looked at the sun to regain his strength, happiness and the youth that he had lost. The sun always reminded himself of a specific figure that appears in his vivid mind. The boy was as vibrant as his red locks which contrasts with Mark's subliminal self. He needed that light.

He washed his face thoroughly to wake himself up from this dream. As he looked up at his mirrored image in the bathroom, it hazily dissolved and formed into the same boy from their last "encounter". Although his features weren't visibly clear but his soft plumped lips stood out prominently. The sun rays hit the mirror which gently beamed onto his face accentuating his tan skin then bouncing off to Mark's face. The sun's radiation towards Mark was like as if the boy was staring into his soul. They exchanged gaze like as if he could understand him. They exchanged gaze like as if they could understand each other.