𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚞𝚗𝚊_

ᴾ ᴿ ᴼ ᴸ ᴼ ᴳ ᵁ ᴱ

ᴿᴱᶜᴼᴹᴹᴱᴺᴰᴱᴰ ˢᴼᴺᴳ-ᶠᴼᴿᴱᵛᴱᴿ ᴿᴬᴵᴺ ᴮᵞ ᴿᴹ

7:30ᴬᴹ

Rain.

Of course, out of all the days in a year, it had to be raining today, at this very moment. My sleeves started turning into a darker shade as countless drops of rain fell from above. The sky was as somber as it could get, the sun was nowhere to be seen, while the sound of laughter was carried away by the cruel wind.

Could this day get any worse than it already is?

"Darn it," I cursed at the traffic light that hasn't gone green yet. Exactly ten minutes remaining before the first bell rings, I mean since when have I ever cared about getting late for classes? I at least hope my absence gets noticed, as my presence has always been ignored, or am I just overthinking every single second that passes by.

blink. blink. blink. blink.

I took my time as I tried to fit in with the busy crowd that stepped forward. As the city lights were beautifully and imperfectly reflected on the puddles that started to form on the road, everyone rush to their own destinations.

It's funny how you can be as transparent as you want when you walk within a flock of people, but once you step out of it, you'll be looked as if you've lost your label of being 'normal', like you beg for attention just to differ. What is 'normal'? Unfortunately, in this world that we live in, standing out isn't really a wise choice, if you want to live peacefully that is.

And after that thought, I gave up trying to chase with time itself because in the end, I'll barely win anyway. Time will slow down when you don't want it to, and when you yearn for it to last, even just for a minute longer, that's when it quickens its pace. And trying to change something that was bound to happen is pretty pointless, so why bother trying?

"TAEHYEON!"

***

Thud. I gasped as my knees scraped the cold rough ground. Instead of feeling the expected sharp pain, I stiffen from all the murmers, that gradually grew louder. I could feel heat rush up to my cheeks despite the algid weather, my eyes started to well up with tears from fear that they'd put all the blame on me. Even without knowing what happened, it's obviously all my fault, when things go wrong, I will always be.. the reason why it happened. But why am I still not used to this?

People gathered on the corners of the street, others were unendingly punching their horns, trying to get through the heavy traffic that I caused. Their expressions were overflowing with either anger or annoyance.

"I can't believe this, how did she not get hit?!"

"Was she trying to kill herself?"

"Why would she do that?"

kim taehyeon, you fcking idiot.

"Someone luckily pushed her off the way before she got hurt!"

"I saw the whole thing from the other side, I'm pretty sure nobody was behind her!"

"What, it definitely looked like she was pushed! Could it be an angel?!"

"A g-ghost?!"

My eyes widened at their words, even if I already took the hints they gave away. I slowly turned my head, hoping it wasn't who I expected it to be, to see something worse than what any of them said. If you call him an angel, it'll probably make sense until you find out that he's actually a ghost.

There he was, Kim Seokjin. An ethereal 17-year-old ghost, standing next to a ten wheeler truck, that almost took my life in just seconds earlier. A ghost that only I could see, even at times when I feel the most sane. His hair, effortlessly fixed; his stare, probably deeper than his own grave; his lips, slightly parted; his everything, ridiculously flawless. However his looks were just a disguise to his true self, a free pass ticket to all the trouble he gets into, a grain of gold that can get him anything he wanted, a lie that could blind you from seeing the truth. That was him, but such appearance simply went to waste since he no longer exists.

Even if that's the way he is, I'm rather grateful for having him written in a page of my life regardless, for letting me apprehend another angle or aspect of seeing this canvas that we see as reality.

But the idea of a human meeting a ghost
that was once human still remains quite absurd to me,
no matter how I thought of it. But we, both, should've known that..

it was a story that shouldn't have begun.