Shadowlights ; Minsung

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the walk to my work place was quiet, at least as quiet as it could get with a furiously beating heart and endless running thoughts.
seeing the one person that occupied my mind without even a pause back in high school left me with that kind of shock that just wouldn't let you form at least one coherent thought without stumbling over twenty other thoughts simultaneously. 

Minho was still as beautiful as back then.
that was the only sentence i could clearly decipher in this potpourri of sounds in my head. and it was true. Minho still carried himself with this elegance that made him so untouchable in high school. that made him so ethereal.

though furiously shaking my head, i tried to get rid of those addicting thoughts clouding my mind, making it all fuzzy till my gaze got blurry and my hands clammy. i knew i needed to get him out of my mind, because once my mind got an idea, it wouldn't rest till it got what it wanted.
so with slightly flipping my head as an idea of distraction, and people looking at me weirdly as i'm passing them by, i finally arrived at where i was spending the majority of my waking hours.

the flowers in front of my shop smelt like the autumn that surrounded us, welcoming me with their unique way of completely letting me relax and calm down.
though as soon as i stepped over the threshold of my shop, the smell changed from autumn to winter and from winter to spring as i continued my way through the aisles full of blooming flowers. on my way to the counter, i flipped on the light; although i preferred being in the dark, my flowers didn't.
especially not my gorgeous summer flowers directly in front of my counter, smiling at me and welcoming me back with that enticing smell of a never dying youth.
although i favoured the season that's currently covering the earth outside of my shop, nobody could escape the grasps of the beauty of your own happiness. with a touch of my crooked fingers, i greeted the petals coated in yellow while passing by to the back of the shop to prepare myself for the upcoming workday.

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although i liked to pretend that i had grown up from that little kid that had found consolation in broken words written on dead wood, i've never really done.
people still seemed like a mystery to me, therefore i still preferred not crossing paths with them too often, rather hiding behind my flowers; a replacement of all the animals that were my comfort during my childhood. once, i even had a cat wandering around the aisles, guarding my darlings when i couldn't. but he passed away not that long ago after gifting me affection for such a long time. he left a hole nobody succeeded in filling till now.

so i was alone in my shop, managing my work while quietly humming to the song playing over the speakers in each corners. it also was a routine i was so accustomed to and i was happy with how things were.
and slowly but steadily, with each day passing, the encounter with those heavenly eyes and figure so admirable slowly slipped out of my mind, the only remnants of these memories were those pastel pink curls surrounding me like i was something precious you should treat with caution.

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i can't really remember the last time i was looked at like i could break when they touch me the wrong way. when people glanced at me in high school, they just only always carried this look in their eyes, like i'm such a miserable nuisance, though still mixed with this slight fear, backing away as soon as my hands turned to fists and my eyes narrowed in annoyance.
so i can't really remember. i think it was the second time i met Minho, two weeks after our first encounter. he was sitting in the cafeteria during lunch break, encircled by people you could call the cool kids, laughing with this adorable crinkle under his eyes, surrounded by oh such bright purple. i think it was the last time i saw him genuinely happy as well.
though his expression soon changed, and till this day i still blame myself for ruining this beautiful smile, chasing away the brightest colors i've ever seen accompanying a human being.