(third person)
Hardwood floors. A white bed with white bedsheets. A boy in white clothes, stirring from his slumber.
Behind his closed eyelids are pictures, scenes unfolding before him in a dream-like state.
Flashbacks.
A burning piano. A bird in flight. Shattered glass.
He remembers them clearly, haunted by memories and things of the past.
A painting looks him directly in the face.
His painting. His work.
He stares at it and remembers. He doesn't want to be here, he doesn't want to re-live this.
If the memories came in waves, he was drowning.
Everything around him turned to white noise as it started to rain.
The soft pitter-pattering on the roof he used to find familiar and comforting was washed away by the sound of his memories, his pain.
He saw the painting, splattered with blood.
The colors dripping into each other, the picture now distorted with the past.
He began to cry.
He cried beautifully, this boy.
Tears flowing out of his eyes as he drowned silently in the agony of the past.
Eventually, he shook his head, mouthed the word hyung.
He called out to his old friend. The one who was always there for him, who would always answer.
A silent plea.
A crying, pleading boy.
A flock of birds flying ahead.
The boy looks up, distracted by the ruffling of the creatures' feathers.
He is brought back to reality.
Finally.
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bts short stories
Fanfictionthey're based on the short films from the WINGS era, i meant to upload this a year ago. some are in first person, some are in third
