Daydream Lee Daehwi FF

Chapter 5.

Our empty apartment felt gloomy.
But I do need some alone time.

I wanted to organise my thoughts and problems, but instead I ended up organising my room and some random old stuff I own.

I have these boxes under my bed. No kidding, I had completely forgotten what was inside until I actually opened them again.

To my dread, it was notebooks, lots and lots of old notebooks and notepads.

Some of them were old diaries (don't judge), school and study notes, doodle notebooks and those old ass lyrics notebooks.

I opened one of the lyric notes, just a random one out of curiosity.

Straight away on the first page there was a little smiley face drawn, and under it written, "Y/N was here! xx"

All those little throwbacks that I was suddenly getting, made me smile to myself like an idiot.

I reached for another notebook, this time a diary.

Just thinking about it, send chills down my spine.
I had no idea what was in there, or what time period its from.

I opened it and already got flooded with memories.
Old and very happy ones, all about stupid things.

Who would think those little silly things could bring me this much joy, even a few years later.

"Ok this is very cute but, it's boring.
I'm ready for the 'love at first sight' cringe, that's gonna be in the high school diaries."

I took another few diaries and opened each one checking the dates.

Daehwi: "Uh-huh, got you! My first day of high school."

And just as expected, really cheesy...

No way was I reading any more of my clishé ass lines. I just flipped through pages instead.

I had all types of stuff in there.

Polaroids,
Sticky notes Y/N and I wrote to each other in classes,
Tickets, like for the cinema, amusement parks etc.

I was really a gatherer back then but now I'm kind of happy about it.

One thing I noticed is that every single ticket was a double one.
Y/N and I really can't be separated, can we?

Lastly I found the two plane tickets to Korea.

As if it was unexpected, I got emotional, like really emotional.

I'm talking crying and shit, type of emotional.

Am I that old to be crying about my memories, I thought that's something only grandparents do.

Well shit.
I'm not gonna touch what else is in there. Mostly because I'm really scared.

I put everything back the way it was so technically I got zero progress done.

A minute for it all to sink in, was all I needed.

"I'm such a coward... why can't I just build up the strength to even try??"

I went to the bathroom, and splashed my face with some cold water.
Slowly, breathing in and out, no need for stress or excess thoughts. Just focus on breathing...

"Everything is ok, I'm happy the way things are right now."

What do I do now?

I was wondering around out of boredom.

For some reason my brain thought it's gonna be a good idea to go into Y/N's room.