i sometimes remember the times i was in high school. memories surrounded with the brightest green, mixing with a dirty gray and black. and sometimes, sometimes there are little dots of blue and yellow, a dull melody of melancholia accompanying the faded moving pictures.
but those memories were slowly replaced. replaced by laughing eyes at the breakfast table. or soft touches accompanied with a warm pastel pink hovering over us while sharing a bed, so soft they made me feel like i was floating. and whenever i opened my eyes after a sleepless night, my eyes caught those ethereal features of a man i finally could call mine, with all of my pride and happiness.
caressing the sleeping features with such love, i slowly freed myself from Minho's protective grasp around my delicate figure, paying attention to making no sounds while standing up and tiptoeing to my still dirty skylight window. it was still covered with those miserable and broken dreams, though i no longer was afraid to allow myself the view of my future, adamant on soon washing the dirt off it.
and when i looked out of the window i realised it hadn't rained for a while now.
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Shadowlights ; Minsung
Fanfiction[en] ; enemies to lovers my mind has never forgotten that someone who was let through my colors, who was the only one privileged to touch me with more than just hatred, although never sure why my eyes were only focused on him and why my hands were s...
