DESK LETTERS | JAENO

[fifteen]

[chapter fifteen]

Birds chirped around a small cabin in the woods, signaling for the beings inside it was morning. The two boy inside however didn't open an eye for the noises, and slept peacefully. They were cuddling one another, hoping to keep each other warm. The smaller boy with blonde hair was being held by the taller one with golden, very closely as if scared to let go.

The world around them seemed not important anymore as their legs were entangled with one another, and their heart beats could be felt. Soft breathing was heard, and their faces were proximity close. They could care less though, as dreams were taking place inside their small imaginations, some love, some hatred, and some confusion.

The dream that one holds is filled with darkness, and confusion. The longing for love from someone who freely gave it. The longing for attention, the longing for someone to listen to him and not just hear. He longed for so much more than this cruel life that god had placed him in. The despair of a neglected child goes long and far in the world of everlasting hurt, and his heart had already broken from so many tears. His hands lean up to the gods themselves, crying for freedom from the cage that the world has put him in, but it seems no one listens to his cries of sheer terror and pain.

All he can do is cry alone, and drown in the sorrow and pain of losing his own nature. Feeling and watching as his won heart breaks into two, and ashes fall in lungs creating such withering effects, he dies from them.

A flower dies.

Another blooms.

The other dreams of his long lost lover, who he thinks he has found. His heart melts at the sight of the smile, and the soft hair bouncing as they run on the beach. The sun setting, and they sky filling with colors as he holds the other close in his arms. Hoping to protect the other with his life, never wanting to let go, always wanting the other to smile. This is what he wanted.

The scenery changed though, and his love imagine burns into a fire of angered flames. All he can do is watch as the picture disappears. He looks over hearing a sheer cry, and sees a boy in chains. His face is blurred out, as if he couldn't imagine it. His body is bruised, and he can see the worn out clothes that rest upon the small frame. The boy looked so similar, so familiar, but he couldn't tell. It was on the tip of his tongue, and yet he was frozen in terror.

"P-please...help me." A shaky voice brings him from his state, and he looks up to see the boy. Tears dropping from his face, and into the floor which was now covered in water.

Jaemin felt the coldness of the water on his feet, and fear rose in his chest. He gulps, getting his strength as he walks over to the other. Trembling, he crouches down. The boy in the chains keeps crying, and Jaemins heart aches from every cry.

"It hurts. It hurts." The boy keeps whispering, and Jaemin is frustrated as he doesn't know how to help.

Jaemin then realizes the boys hair was blonde, and a imagine of another flashes through his mind. He winces the slightest, but then looks back at the other.

He freezes as he makes eye contact with too familiar eyes. The face had the same structure, the lips, the nose, the eyes. They were all the same.

"Jeno..." Jaemin whispers, and his voice echoes around them.

"It hurts." The said boy keeps saying, and Jaemin feels panic rise in his heart.