stay stay stay
invisible string
-i'll tell you the truth, but never goodbye-
The evening breeze was rather warm. Sehun had ditched his coat at Jennie's house and he wasn't regretting it at all. He was filled with a different chill at this moment; the chill of an icy excitement. It's that moment when your heart is beating so fast, pumping the warm blood all throughout your body and you're suddenly so sensitive to every sound in the whole neighborhood, your eyes are big and your hands are sweaty, you are perspiring heavily but you still feel so cold despite all that. It's because you cannot predict how this little walk is going to end.
In his deepest illusions, their fingers were touching and her skin was still as warm as he remembered. Sehun looked down and realized that it wasn't a mere illusion. Joohyun didn't bother, it seemed, that their skins were playing hide and seek under the moonlight. He was here to say something, he had left his sister in the new city, his plane would leave in four hours but his tongue was tied. Her presence was the heaviest, it made him speechless but it also made him soar above the clouds of his dark skies.
"Uh," he felt the need to break the silence but silence was all she heard. Her world must be so peaceful. Sehun dared to touch her hand with one shaky finger. Irene turned to him immediately. They kept walking through the rose shrubs that stretched to forever. Sehun didn't see the end because the lights were off. So he stopped, making her stop as well. In this garden of her mother's, Irene was the most beautiful. His dazed state made him voiceless. He hadn't seen her in so long. She was still the same. There was sunshine in her body. Sehun opened his mouth to say something, something like you're so beautiful, but Irene pressed one of her soft fingers against his lips. With her eyes, she said, "Not now." And he nodded. He liked that they could still talk with their eyes.
There was a gazebo at the end of the path. Irene dusted a spot for him and turned a light on. The golden hue spread across the whole area, giving the red roses a yellow tone...or perhaps the roses were yellow but Sehun couldn't concentrate on flowers when the only thought roaming around his head was what she wanted to talk about. A small chat would ruin him. How are you and how is your sister...no, he wanted more than that.
Sehun sat on the space and rested his back against the wooden design. Irene stalled, touching the vine that had grown around one of the pillars. And then she sat beside him, a considerable space between their bodies existed in this moment and in their heads. The crickets kept the air heavy but she couldn't hear them anyway. Sehun could fit the whole world in the space in between them on the wooden bench.
Taking her pen, she pressed the tip to the paper. It seemed like she didn't know where to start or what to say. Irene wrote something, two sentences, until she stopped. Folding her leg over the other, she stared at him and wrote again. It was as if she was drawing a portrait of him. And Sehun stayed still, in case she was.
"I went to your neighborhood last day. It's a nice place to live in," she had written. Sehun's eyes reached his forehead as they widened. Why, he wondered, why did she go there? "I met with Junmyeon."
His heart sank to the bottom. He nodded. "I...take it that you...you want something with him."
She bit her lip, eyes distant as she stared at the lonely vine creeping around the cement pillar. And then ever so slowly, she shook her head sideways. Sehun wanted to sit closer but there was a thick wall now, and they were two countries at a sympathetic war. Didn't make sense...nothing made sense anymore. Perhaps Irene just wanted to leave everything behind and start new instead of choosing sides.
Irene opened her palm and asked for the notepad. Sehun sat patiently, staring at her as she wrote. Her hair was shorter now, her clear frames were still her dearest friend. The mole on her face called for him but he couldn't touch her now.
"I ended everything with him, Sehun. I read your letter. But I want to hear it from you again, from the very beginning, if it's not too much on your heart of cour
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