Don't You Disappear // The Rose Fanfiction

Just A Start • 1

＊this is the rewritten chapter*

The tapping of rain on roof shingles, only to clank on pipes. Wind whistling through the tree leaves and forcing branches out of the way. Lightning danced across the sky that wows the eyes of someone who could be merely passing by. However, there is no one except for a young boy. The rain transforms into fire, burning down trees and houses. The grass has smoke coming from it, only to distinguish moments later once it burns to the ground. The fire is like the domino effect. Something catches on fire, goes out, then something else begins to perish in heated agony.

All food is gone and houses are in shambles plus in no condition for someone to live in. They've turned to ashes, like bones.

The young boy slowly dragged his feet through the ashes where the grass and flowers used to be. He searched his surroundings for something, anything, besides ash. His eyes fell around a group of people standing in the distance. As he walked closer to them, he began to realize they weren't just people but his family and friends. His mother stood in the middle of the group with her arms outstretched toward him. Calling him despite not opening her mouth. He sprinted towards her and fell into her arms.

The boy spoke, his voice muffled.

"Is it over?" he hugged his mother tighter. "Will these horrible nightmares end?" He pushed her away and put a hand to his burning throat. Looking up, he saw that she wasn't there anymore. He looked down. Ash covered his feet and he fell to the ground and scooped the substance into his hands. Looking around, he saw that the rest of his family and friends had another transformed into lifeless ash. Warm tears trickled down his face.

He stared at the ash in his palms as a gust of wind blew them away like dust. He looked up with tear-filled eyes. Around him, blackness sprinted towards him. He shot up and started to dash away. His legs like soggy noodles in a pot of boiling water restricted him from running quickly away. He tripped and slid against the dry earth. The skin on his knees and elbows peeled off and bled. His left ankle screamed in pain. He curled into a small ball, sobbing uncontrollably.

His heartbeat and pounded hard in his ears. The boy let out a painful scream however, it was inaudible.
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Kim Woosung had woken with dry crusty eyes. He felt his cheeks, the right one a little wet. He quit crying not too long ago.

The boy could not stand the thought of losing the ones he loved. Without them, he felt like an empty peanut shell. Well, it wasn't like he didn't feel like that already. But he would feel like the walls of shell were slowly being scraped off until there were only crumbs left.

He sighed a heavy and shaky breath. An obnoxious beeping came from Woosung's alarm clock next to him. He unplugged the clock completely, watching the bright red numbers disappear and then reappear a minute later when he plugged it back in. It was broken, the snooze nor stop button had refused to work a few months before. It was a shame, really, his best friend, Jaehyeong bought it for him for his birthday.

"So you get to work on time," Jaehyeong had said smirking. "You're late to everything."

Woosung worked at The Aura, a petit cafe in Seoul that barely got any attention. He was a bartender there, making coffee, smoothies, typical cafe stuff. He required to have a uniform of course: an apron, black dress pants, a white t-shirt, and black leather shoes. It was all provided by the cranky owner: Isuma Nils.

Isuma's eyes made it seem that he was furiously sleeping. He has wrinkles layered upon wrinkles. He was so skinny that when he did any kind of action you could see pieces of skin wobble around. His temper made everything ten times worse. He would always be in a fiery rage at anyone or anything. He wore a deadly frown on his face and never smiled. In fact, Woosung's never seen him smile for the most part.