In which Luhan thinks the pinks overpower the yellows, but he sees through it anyway.

He wants to repeat all those selfish and knowing touches of hands and brushing of fingers because it’s the most

“I. Like. You. _________. You, no other, okay?” He emphasizes each word and enunciates them precisely.

Your pen dabbles for the first time and the ink smudges at I’ll miss you. But then it gets you at See you soon, hopefully, the trail of your stupid ballpoint pen ting you right now. The blots remain, stain, but y

“Sehun?” You touch lest the figure would dissipate into ashes, onto nothingness, into an unbelievable obscurity. He grasps your hand in his, and nod, eyes closing. He nods countless of times, as if it’s all finally happened and everything is just a replay. “Finally, you remember me.” He holds onto everything of you left and so do you. Like a haven, you escape everything and he willingly catches. 

You were really too selfish, and for a year you had kept the truth with you. That Christmas, you had to let tears fall rather snowflakes. When the first snow falls this season, will you have been the first one to say Merry Christmas? It’s been an hour and you wonder whether or not you should be reading the book in your hands right now, but the first statemen

I Do [ s e r e n d i p i t y ]

Feet flat on the ground, beads of water fell right on your cheek, moist and sticky, your hair lazed around your neck. You looked around, gravity doubling its effect on you; so you stumbled down, your knees glued on your rugged and tattered rag. March 15, 2010, you s

  The frosted heart that once blazed like fireworks belongs to me. Beneath the unraveled story lie something else; will I still know? It’s a vague truth, a confession that has always lingered in my mind more than forever.