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"I feel infinite." - Charlie(The perks of being a wallflower) ——————————————
ONE OF THE VERY FIRST THING she proclaimed when her small yet tough body met the water is —"Come here!". And Jimin, being the coward that he is, refused immediately; not wanting to feel the exact same rush she felt, the rush of feeling alive. A rare moment, even thought it was what we're supposed to feel in our everyday life.
Jimin eyed the calm sea that he once told stories to when he was a child. His mother's job was to tend flowers in a nearby flower shop, but his mother would be so busy to even bother to check his child. So he decided to visit the bridge as the solution to ease his boredom.
He will tell stories to the ocean his mother never knew. He will tell rants his father did not wish to knew. He will tell things about himself he never knew. It wan an outburst of opinion of a ranting child and a sea who does not talk.
Jimin's rants will only last a couple minutes every time his mother found out her child was missing. Clutching a couple of flowers, she will ran to her missing child in a hasty manner only to found him on the exact same spot, talking to the ocean and being miserable—but the child does not see that; because he found the ocean as a companion.
But in the end, no matter how positive he gets, he still gets lonely. And so, he wished to the stars, a friend. One who is reckless as the sea like him, so they will play and play even if they disobey. One who has a gentle eyes, like the sea—the very eyes he adored and wish to have. One who is like the sun, sprinkling its light while being on top of the sea and on the land; so he will give him light even if against the dark.
But one he does not foresee is, the very thing he wished for as a child is a girl. Right now, swimming in the sea—being the reckless she is, as her ocean like eyes bath under the sunshine of the sun, grin splattered in his face as her body dived under the water—completely making her school uniform wet.
"Come on!" She enunciated, waving her arms in order to catch the attention of the boy. "Swim, it's fun!"
The boy closed his eyes. With a mantra of "here goes nothing." repeatedly. And with determination in his eyes, a scream left his lips the same time his body jumped from the land and into the water; all for the rush, all for the feeling, all for the experience.
