"He wanted to care, and he could not care. For he had gone away and he could never go back anymore. The gates were closed, the sun was down, and there was no beauty left but the gray beauty of steel that withstands all time. Even the grief he could have borne was left behind in the country of youth, of illusion, of the richness of life, where his winter dreams had flourished." ―F. Scott Fitzgerald, Winter Dreams
"everything that happened here, happened long ago."
you have all my words
It is a strange kind of dream, with pretty eyes, and hazy smiles, and a deep-belly ache that came from too much laughter. They are on the floor of his room, surrounded by the mess they've made―a giggling, snorting mess like always. He doesn't know what's so funny, but they would share a look and the laughter would start back up again. A niggling at the back of his mind would hiss reality, like the snake hissed when he offered Eve the fruit that is forbidden. So he would snicker, inciting another round of guffaws, and would disagree because he's in heaven, with her nameless eyes, nameless smiles, nameless laughter, and nameless face.
Then he remembers her name, and like a speaker unplugged at the middle of the song, she is gone, only a whisp of white smoke in the midst of his softly lit room.
Not a foreword, lol. I got too lazy to write. Anyway, this is a one-shot for my friend Pyo-pyo (aka Hyo-Pyo, check out her edits they're pretty cool.) I hope this is to your liking bc i'm a freaking mess after Spring Day. Even my grammar flew out the window, screaming 'Sayonara, es'.
Credits, once more, to Delineate for their amazing layouts that is both aesthetic and mobile-friendly, so I suggest checking out their works if you're in need of lit layouts.
Also, none of my works are edited bc haha
Hate me, please
Lastly, if any of the title phrases are familiar, well, they're from various pieces of Lang Leav's poems bc they scream adolescence. Some of it came from Spring Day's lyrics.
Chapter 1: Well there goes my heart right out the window. I FREAKING LOVE YOU AND PLEASE THIS ISNT TRASH ITS LAUNDRY ...
It's GOLDDDDD. And wait what?? This is only the first half??! What? Omllll. I wanna save this because I need to go offline soon can you be an angel and send it through pm?
Queen B I swear YOURE AN AMAZING WRITER LIKE HOW?! It was brilliant and I'm so hyped and happy and be blessed with a dozen cookie cakes. I barley have any battery left so this is a quick comment but I'll post a better one soon! Love you loads and thank you so much
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