fearful seas of porcelain

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I'm alive,

But my sunshine is gone.

And it's all my fault.

. . .

"Hyung?"

I stared at my sunshine,

His gentle voice once again waking me from my dark dreams.

A subtle smile graced his face,

A fantastical sparkle setting his eyes alight.

His gaze, while warm,

Sent shivers down my spine.

"I want to go somewhere. It's cold here."

Yet, how could it be cold in a field of flowers,

With my sunshine?

My thought were filled with confusion,

Though I happily obliged.

"Of course, where would you like to go?"

. . .

His fingers laced against mine,

My sunshine led me to a car.

How odd,

I thought,

A car lying in the m