« It's like the world collapses when you smile.. » From the way you held the brush to the way you smiled at me.
I knew I had to see you again.
>Started: June
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Another cloudy day in Autumn, the worst weather. Faded colour, as usual. No one really goes out on a cloudy day, especially when the cloud cry gentle tears among us. I walk to the same pond I always go to, feed the same ducks I always feed. But there was always one thing I loved about cloudy days, talking to the sad and cloudy sky above. "Cloudy! Why are you crying again?" As if they would reply, as always there's never a reply. It's just like every other cloudy day. One day, I believe it will respond back. With a smile. I wish for it to say something on the lines like. 'Tears of Joy Taehyung..' But who was I kidding? It was only a simple cloud I was talking to! People probably think I'm crazy.. "Because I'm sad, why else?" I was indeed shaken up by the somewhat distant voice that seemingly came from the sky. I look up. Maybe, it is only me. "I'm way behind you silly." I slowly turn around to find a paint brush and easel accompanied by a cute little bunny boy. "Why..? Since when..?" Words falling out of my mouth ever so slowly. The boy continued to smile. "Since always! You're the man who speaks to me right?" A confused face was all that was left. I tilted my head as the boy sighed and stood up to show me the drawing. It was indeed me? "Don't you like it? I've been working on it for about about two weeks now. There wasn't must cloudy skies this week, I couldn't see you!" I would say it was more creepy than cute, but this boy really does have the drawing ability, like the ones in the art shop. But drawing me, doesn't really answer why he's out on a cloudy, set aside, rainy day. "It's.. Are you sure it's me?" I was still speechless with the drawing. It was colourful. It's sure was whatever, not me. The boy just nodded. The painting was of a silhouetted boy who was sitting down on a bench looking at a beautiful sunset filled with all different kinds of reds and oranges. It had the most happiest vibe I've ever gotten from any painting, and it was me? "Sorry.. I didn't mean to come out as creepy or anything. I'll just go, I'm done anyway.." I didn't want him to leave really. But who was he anyway? Does he know my name? Or ever, where I lived? Did he like cloudy days? Did he take drawing classes? There was suddenly so many things I wanted to know about the boy who seemed around my age. But who was he anyway..? When he left, leaving his bright red handkerchief behind, ithought that possibly he did want me to give it back? Maybe. I picked it up and spinned it in my hand as I reach my apartment. Washing the bright colours of paint, stained red, I read what it said. Jungkook. 9-1-1997. Love, mom. I suppose his name was Jungkook. It appears that he's 21. The handkerchief displayed a red backround with a white cloud accompanied by a black silhouette, assuming it was made by his mother. It was beautiful, it was colourful. Maybe, it was only me. If only I could see colours the same as I did before my grandmother died, before Jim-. After a long sigh, I laid on my bed staring at the huge calendar displayed on my wall. The quickly check my phone.
Weather Saturday October 6 Cloudy with a chance of rain.
Perfect.
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New Story. I feel like this will be a good story to comeback with tbh.. Thank you for being here! Neehee~
