e·phem·er·al:
lasting for a very short time.
"With your wholesomeness, I can become fixed"
A Nam JooHyuk and Lee SungKyung story
Was: Broken, but not unfixable
Started: August 30, 2017
Completed: N/A
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January 12, 2006
com·pa·ny: the fact or condition of being with another or others
LSK
snow continues to fall to the ground. white piles beginning to grow around me as i sit on the old lunch bench, the sharp rugged edges not bothering me as i pull out my sandwich.
i'm quickly drifted deep into my thought again without a notice, staring out into grey clouds.
all around me there are people. people that may or may not know me. people that say they love me and those who clearly don't.
even as there are those who do care for me, i can't help but feel as though it's a lie. a growing punishment sucking life out of my soul because of who i am and what i've done.
what i've done to my mother.
it's only been a few days since the day she's been stuck in that coma, her own soul being trapped inside.
her unchanged but growing self, wasting away years of her life without any living.
without any warning.
i did that. i hurt her. i made her the way she is right now and it's going to continue to eat me up inside for the rest of my—
"why're you sitting alone?" with a sharp breath, i'm snapped out of my thoughts by a soft voice. i take in my surroundings once again and touch my face, feeling an unsettling burn rushing through my fingers. looking at my hands i've realized i've been out for a while.
they're so red.
"hello?" quickly turning around, i'm faced with a short girl with big eyes looking back at me.
"sorry, what?" i breath out.
"why are you eating here alone?" she questions and with a shaken voice, i shrug.
"because i want to i guess?" she scans me up and down while i blink my eyes a few times, still trying to calm myself and my heart down.
finally aware of where i am i look at the girl. long black hair comes running out of her beige hat, her dark brown eyes looking back at me before quickly looking at her feet and her lunch back she carried with her grey gloves on her hands.
how i wish i had a pair of gloves.
"that's odd." she says, drawing in the snow with her black boots.
"what is?"
"that you're sitting here all alone in the snow."
"well technically i'm sitting here all alone on the lunch bench. snow just happens to be falling at the moment."
