POV 1
I'll capture you.
Like the way you capture a photo, lingering through your fingers, a small piece of frame with a time-less amount of memory. The sweet smiles that last in the moment, you, your smile and your deep brown hair with your cup of coffee and messy brown shirt. Those faded ripped jeans you refuse to throw away besides all the complaints.
Ding,
Dong,
Ding,
The coffee shop doors open, and you stall in. The afternoon as hazy as ever. I sit there with my black coffee an old camera hung around my neck.
Inspiration.
I stand up and head towards the door stealing a quick glance at your direction as you smile at me with a gentle smile,
I don't smile back.
I never do.
And besides my liking for you, I must keep you away, for your own good. For my own good.
I can't love someone who won't love me back.
And for the second time that afternoon the bell jingles and I walk out, admiring the outside world. It was fall the leaves a tint of brown, some pilled on the floor and some hanging loosely by the branch of the tress, not letting go.
Not wanting to let go.
I quickly push aside my thoughts and focus on my camera, snapping a picture of anything in my way. The birds sore across the sky, flying away as the sun set, couples sat in benches with cups of coffees in their hands, hand intertwined together.
Intertwined.
And I knew I had enough, when everything around me reminded me of you.
Weather It was the skies that rose during dawn, or the optical haze of the purple skies of noon, I'd always be reminded of you.
The outside world, the inside world, all screamed your name from every corner and every side, agonizingly. Everything I saw would flash against my eyes and come back to you.
But you wouldn't come back to me.
And I told myself I wouldn't care, I told myself It was good that you left me.
But that didn't change the fact that I was hurt.
That you hurt me.
That you leaving me, left me in ruins, slowing withering away like a flower my petals left my body one by one, my happiness my joy and everything that mattered to me, left in-front of my eyes.
And I remember the pain I felt, my back hurdled against the wall, tears dripping from my eyes like an endless fountain.
Everything changed for me at that moment. The fact that you left me made me want to protect what I had, preserve it and hold it forever with me.
I wanted to capture things I love.
Because I couldn't capture you.
So, I started taking pictures, an old camera I bought off of ebay, retro and old, almost perfect for my style.
So, I can now capture things I wish I could before.
I lit a flame on the end of my cigar blowing breathy puffs through the ins and outs of my lungs, a small shiver of cold runs down my spine as the wind picks up a little bit.
A final puff of smoke escapes my lips, as I dismiss my cigar one last time, and head back to pay for my coffee.

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Capture//Jikook
Fanfiction"i wanted to capture things i loved. Because i couldn't capture you" Started -16.10.18 End-?