twenty eight

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another sleepless evening. 

the whole scenario played on repeat in his head, especially johnny's strong words. 

trust me. 

trust him. that's all taeyong had ever done. 

what if this was what fate had for him? what if...he just wasn't meant to be with his soulmate? was there even a rule that soulmates were forever. 

he proceeded to toss and turn, his heart threatening to ache and shatter him. but he couldn't give in to what he thought was what he was destined. 

the universe wasn't always in his favour, and he should've known that by now. 

he always wished the world would turn according to what taeyong desperately desired. he wished the stars shone as bright as he badly wanted. he wished the birds would sing the song he hopelessly urged to hear. 

but sometimes, just sometimes, he could feel it. he could see the end of the tunnel, the beginning of a new chapter, the starting line to freedom. 

he felt as if he was climbing a mountain. and at the top of the mountain was his everlasting happiness. but he was falling. his arms carried all his weight but he was too heavy. 

he wished to didn't see his love for his soulmate as a burden. but, fuck, he was falling. and one more slip, he would fall completely. 

maybe, just maybe, the top of the mountain was tomorrow. maybe, love wasn't a one time thing. but that is one hell of a prediction. 

doyoung and johnny were right. 

taeyong had to move on. he had to reach the end of the tunnel, the top of the mountain. 

even if he had to let go of the only thing that had made him happy in the past. 

fuck.

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