TOMORROW X TOGETHER: short fictional stories by yours truly.
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Everyone has their favorite season; maybe they like the warm wind caressing their faces during the summer and watching the sunset while sitting on the shore, or maybe they like the comforting wind during autumn—with the orange leaves falling elegantly down the road. Perhaps some people love to walk down a flower field while looking at the bright sky with the clouds scattered around it during spring.
Or maybe... there was someone out there who saw the glint of happiness forming within a snowflake. Someone who craved for the freezing wind to hug him solely. Someone who was in love with winter—or rather, in love with what winter gave to him.
"Sometimes, does the thought of going back to the past cross your mind?" he asked with his eyes fixated on the field of trees located a distance from him. His yellow hoodie gave him warmth like a fireplace, he leaned down the backrest of the cold bench and waited for the other's response.
The boy beside him raised a brow as he averted his gaze from his phone and looked at the younger beside him, "What do you mean by that, Hyuka?" he asked with a blunt voice, carefully inhaling the cold air—the freezing sensation wiped off the warmth in his chest, causing him to exhale and let the white smoke disappear into thin air.
HueningKai looked at him with a calm expression, "Do you ever just... want to go back to the past and correct your mistakes?" the way he asked it was off—his voice was plain, but there was an obscure sight of regret in his eyes.
"Oh...," Yeonjun nodded and heaved a sigh. He looked at the field of trees in front of them and answered in an almost breathy way, "... yeah, I often wish that I can correct my mistakes. In that way, things would've turned out better."
The answer made HueningKai speechless. He didn't know what else to say since he couldn't really fumble for more words right now. And this lonely atmosphere that enveloped the park just added up to the already gloomy mood.
There wasn't a lot of people in the park, only children playing in the small playground behind them, and the large field of trees in front of them.
Sentimentality overflowed this park, it was gloomy—and it always felt like this every time the winter season was coming. However, no matter how dull, how melancholic, how sad it may seem; HueningKai saw its beauty deep within a snowflake—a beauty both ravishing and horrifying.
"Why'd you ask that?" Yeonjun looked at HueningKai, "Is something bothering you?" he continued to query, worry evident in his eyes.
HueningKai shook his head while chuckling, "It's nothing. It was just a random thought," the young boy shrugged and looked at the field of trees again. His expression changed as he heaved out a sigh, suddenly he felt a pain in his chest—causing his heart to beat loud and hard, just like the deafening sound of a clock striking twelve, just like the loud noises of kids playing in the playground, just like the loud voice echoing in his mind.
