Art Of Letting You Go ✓

lix.

"Thank you, Mira." Taehyung held my hand in his.

"Thank you for all those years."

"Another branch of Visual Arts is photography. Photography is the process of making pictures by means of the action of light," Mira said as she flipped a page.

"Light patterns reflected or emitted from objects are—" She stopped to look at Taehyung.

"Are you listening?" She asks, raising an eyebrow at the one staring.

His eyes sparkled as he admired her, an angelic smile formed by his lips.

She chuckled, trying to hid her flustered self. He had learned to love her. She was full of efforts, causing him to fall for her.

"Stop staring and listen," She commanded and cleared her throat, trying to stay serious.

"I can't, you're just so adorable," He reached out for my face, cupping it in his large hands.

"Mhm, adorable your face if you won't pass the board exam," Mira shook her head, playfully glaring at the boy sitting peacefully in bed.

He was still confined at the hospital right now due to his therapy, although it did not hinder his interest and determination on learning about Art.

Art. He had always loved art.

Lost all memories, but not art.

On another day, Taehyung had been discharged from the hospital although he still had therapy.

A twist of the door knob echoes as a woman enters the room, a plastic bag containing food.

Taehyung was dozing off, but he quickly awoke and stood up, meeting her with a warm hug.

He was a child clinging on to Mira, maybe because she healed him.

"I brought you japchae," she smiled knowing it was his favorite food.

Digging into their japchae, Mira started a witty conversation.

"Wanna hear a joke about amnesia?" She flashed a sly smile.

Taehyung scrunched his face, not even interested for her corny jokes once again, although he always ends up asking her only because he doesn't want her to be disappointed.

"Okay, what?" He sighed in defeat.

Mira cackled, placing a hand over her mouth preventing the food to explode out. She stopped and then calmed herself.

"...Nevermind, I forgot it." She chuckled loudly once again, the only getting her joke.

Taehyung stared blankly, debating over questions like, was it a joke or?

He was silently staring until he had got the idea of the joke. Amnesia, forgot.

His face turned serious, an offended sarcastic smile plastered on his face with his eyes closed.

Mira laughed once more, continuously clapping like a seal until she notices Taehyung's reaction.

She stopped and reached for his hand, yet he abruptly took it away, lips pouted as his eyebrows met.

"Aigoo," She sang, "someone's offended."

Mira stood up and walked over to the other side to Taehyung who was seated, her arms wrapping around his neck while she rested her chin on his shoulder.

"Sorry, pouty kiddo," She ruffled his hair, and then looked at Taehyung closely.

"I am so not offended, wow." He crossed his arms, a childish frown drawn across his perfectly carved face.

She giggled and cupped his cheeks, "I'm sorry, amnesia boi!"

"Maybe we were meant to last ..."

"But not forever."