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"Life is like an ice cream, enjoy it before it melts." ____________________
JIMIN REMEMBERED THE SCARS life left in his existence. They were deep, like a fissure, like the soil when it breaks; it shatters your whole mind until you're helpless, until you plead to be free from your thoughts. And such a pity, for a child—still young, still fragile—to be already breaked by the world. Is it bad luck, unfortunate palm, or its just as simple that accepting the fact that he was not meant to breathe.
God, the world must hate him.
And every 4 am, where the city was not filled with fake smiles anymore but rather crying souls, drowning in the darkness with not an inch of fear because it was their friends—it was the only thing that stays when people around them was gone; drowning into their own darkness instead.
It was the time of fragile thoughts becoming more fragile. The sounds of hearts shattering like glasses, leaving tiny shards that cannot be repaired. The tiny voices inside their heads. The tears sprouting from their eyes. Noise blocking their minds.
It was overwhelming. An entire state of paranoia. With the stars by his side, Jimin would thinkof a lot of things. Sometimes he questions the world. Sometimes he questions the people around him and what do they really feel. Sometimes he wishes imaginarythings to the moon. Sometimes he questions himself. And this things are enough to conclude that humanity's greatest foe is not the people, or rather the foreign ones, or rather the aliens.
It was themselves.
"Want ice cream?" Hinami asked, holding two ice cream between her two palms. Jimin nodded, a bit surprised when she heared the girl'svoice, his philosophical thoughts abruptly stopped.
The air was freezing, with the warmth coming from his sweater and pants. People were crowding every store that he could find, together with their loved ones. Children were smiling, parents and lovers were happily chatting, and friends are laughing. Yet, Christmas could not befelt.
"Things do change, aren't they?" Jimin enunciated. Hinami nodded, her already finished ice cream was now gone, its cover now placed inside the trash can. Jimin continued his speech, clutching his hand. "When I was a child, I would often plead to my mother to decorate our house. They never bother to unless I asked them."
"I wanted to decorate our house so Christmas could be felt. But nowadays—"Jimin chuckled. "—My father would beat me up when he sees me putting Christmas balls in our wall."
"What a pity." Jimin chuckled, yet his heart clenches. "What a shame."
"That nothing was ever permanent." Jimin proclaimed. Hinami let out a ghostly smile, neither sad or happy, she proclaimed.
