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The clouds painted a gloomy grey and the thunder roared as I rushed past people at the train station praying that I don't slip against the wet concrete and crack my skull open.
Great.Just great. Another day where I'm late to school. It seems like nothings been going my way today. First I banged my toe against my bed as soon as I woke up, then I couldn't find my lucky Doraemon socks and now I'm catching a train to school that I should've caught 40 minutes ago. Along with this the current weather hasn't been that nice to me. Which is a pity considering that I thought the rain was my friend, but I guess not.
I grab a seat on the train trying not to acknowledge the gross feeling of my moist hair and damp socks holding onto my feet like leaches.
The train starts filling up, but there are still many seats up for offer since its 8.50 and everyone is already at work or school, just like I should have been, BUT my lazy ass decided to sleep in knowing I would be late.
My gaze explored the train trying to come up with a believable excuse to tell Mrs.Lee why I'm late again, knowing that the woman is going to give me a detention either way. My eyes landed on a young boy around 4 or 5 staring into his ipad like there was spell casted upon him, just the way his mother and practically everyone else on the train was sucked into their devices. I swear one day these robots and devices will take over the world.
As I continued observing the mundane people my eyes meet a pair of dark eyes that belonged to a tall figure sitting 2 empty seats to my left. The tall boy looked away as soon as we locked eyes only to look back awkwardly at me and look away taking in a large gulp of air. A chuckle leaves my lips due to his awkward cuteness and he looks at me one more time with shy eyes to which I reply with a welcoming smile.
To be honest he was so fricken cute. Everything about him was adorable, his messy hair, shy eyes and the awkward grin he gave back to me had my heart screaming 'bruh! His the one!!'.
Building up all my might, I scooched over to the seat on my left trying to ignore the butterflies bursting in my stomach, so there was only one seat between us. I could see his body stiffening and his eyes going wider from probably the puzzling thoughts that were running through his head. In attempt to calm the tense air, I got out my phone, started typing a note on notes and slid it across the seat in between us. He hesitantly eyed my phone before picking it up to read what I had typed. "This train is full of Zombies" he read of my phone which I had typed referring to the all the people on the train that had been sucked into their devices. A small chuckle left his mouth and by heart danced to the melody, relived that he didn't just ignore me. He started typing a reply which led to two strangers, two teenagers, on a train, who were late for school having a serene conversation over a phone about zombies.
I learnt that the stranger's name was Jisung, Park Jisung, a name beautiful indeed I thought. He was endearing and tranquil as the still sea, quite opposite to my clumsy and lazy self. His words were simple, yet I knew there was more to them than what my brain running on negative caffeine could interpret.
We were having a great time typing over my phone, a conversation of ease that.. maybe was destiny?! Or are these thoughts just my half-dead brain cells messing with my heart.
Before I knew it, my stop had already past. "This is my stop, I gotta go" I type, to which he replies by cocking his eyebrow and giving a look that read " you sure?". As much as I didn't want to leave I couldn't afford my parents' disappointment and having after school detentions with Mrs. Lee for the rest of eternity. I gave him a quick nod and hurried out the doors praying to the gods that I'd hopefully see him again. The doors closed behind me when I realised I should've just asked for his number, but it was to late now.
Later that night...
(The following may contain mature content)
After a long, long day, I fall onto the couch where my parent were watching the news. As we chatted , my ears picked up a familiar name coming from the TV. " 17- year old Park Jisung was found dead in the east of the city on train tracks. Authorities say that it was suicide." the news reader spoke. It was him, Jisung, I was pale and speechless, as if I'd just seen a ghost. I'm unaware of what to even think. I didn't know if we were going to meet again but I had hoped we did and now I'm certain that we won't be meeting anytime in this lifetime.
This made me realise that you never know what someone is going through and what a longer conversation could have done for them. Jisung seemed so laidback, joyful and witty, but I guess there are always parts to the moon that we will never get to see from the earth. Maybe all he needed was someone, someone he could talk to. Guilt rushes through my blood as thoughts of regret take over my body. I should've stayed. If I stayed this wouldn't hv been the ending. The grey clouds gather once again and thunder roars as the dark clouds morn for the loss of a beautiful human.
- 𝑾𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒚 𝑺
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