The rays of sun peeking through the curtains fill the room with stripes of light, creating small pieces of heaven on the white silk sheets, illuminating the outlines of the body on the other side of the bed. His black hair scattered on the pillow, his lips slightly parted, and the soft rising of his chest confirming the peace he finds himself in.
It's like a picture. A beautiful painting, a view to never be forgotten. A dream. A wish. Something that will never be. Something to hold onto to, only to let it go in the end. A moment in time which will be nothing more then a memory, regardless of how much it wants to be a reality. A once in a lifetime experience, because even though there will be more moments like these. They will never be the same. The sun won't shine as it does now. The sheets will not be scattered the same way. And this moment, will fade. There will never be another morning like this.
I once believed memories were made to be forgotten. You will remember them, while they're still important to you, but they will be replaced by new ones. They are made to fade away. Useless. They take everything, but one when they leave. Images will disappear, words will not be remembered, but feelings remain. Unexplainable hurt, sudden laughter, without knowing why. A waste of space.
I shut out every memory. Living in the moment, forgetting the day when it ended, just existing. It took me a while to realize memories belong to us. They're what makes us human. What brings us closest to a better moment, or gives us the closure we need. They are what we will remember most when our time is running out. How we will spend our last hours, days, by thinking of how things were. They bring comfort in moments like those. They will take away fear, sadness. They'll embrace you with their warmth, giving you a feeling of safety and peace. They are, what matters most.
Moments like these are now engraved in my mind. I will see them, hear them, smell them. And it will bring me back to happiness in my darkest days.
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The Last Breath | YoonMin
Fiksi Penggemar'' You are disgusting Park." " No.. just scared." '' Scared of what?'' '' Dying.'' -
