I’m sorry . . .

Those cold fingers his face as he lay—dead—on the pure-white sands. Those words and those tears rake across his heart, ripping it out and leaving a gaping, festering wound. He watches helplessly—his eyes were frozen—as that beautiful person is devoured by the black body of the Leviathan that was the sea. Salty tears—regrets and anguish at the words he failed to say to that person—drench the sand beneath his dark crown, staining it with his pain.                    

I’m so sorry, Hyunseung—

Junhyung closes his eyes as he feels a curious lurching in his now-hollowed chest; it was as if a clumsy baby bird was trying to fly. His leaden body must be retarded; there was no way he still had a heart. There was no possible way he still had a heart—

I’m sorry . . .

And there knelt the ghost—pale and beautiful and gaunt— his cheek again as that person’s words and tears rake across his heart, flaying it open and leaving it feebly beating and bleeding upon the desolate beach. Rising, the ghostly figure turns to leave.

Hyunseung, I’m sorry . . . don’t go—

The ghost pauses, glancing over his snowy shoulder at the fallen man on the sand. Those large, haunted eyes were every bit as gentle as they were when Hyunseung was alive. Pearlescent tears roll to the ghost’s chin, and those gentle, thin lips move, imperceptibly;

I’m sorry, Junhyung.

The ghost was beautiful; every bit as beautiful as Hyunseung was when he was alive.

END // Prelude

20160208 - chapter 1, not writing recaps anymore. Jaedelle feels lazier than usual.