It was "their", birthday.
Minho walked in hesitantly and stood beside "them"
The boy didn't bring much.
A hand made card and a pack of lollipops.
It was quite pathetic,
or so he thought.
His hands would twitch in nervousness,
and they did so now too.
The paintbrush moved in an unsteady motion.
Which began to bother him.
When "they", took the present,
Minho stepped back.
He didn't want "them", to open it.
But "they", did.
And they smiled and put it down beside.
"They", even thanked him and gave a hug.
But Minho pulled away and turned back,
he remembered quietly moving to the back of the room whilst staring at all the presents
"they", had obtained.
Minho wanted the same.
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𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐠𝐢𝐚 ° 𝐥.𝐦
Fanfiction["These paintings are my story, for me to tell and for you to see] ↳In which he goes back through his paintings and revives the moments long gone.
