Prologue 

                 —And his eyes threatened to spill bitter, selfish tears...—

            Dusting off the bookshelves with his hand, Minseok pulled his hand away and stepped back, observing the now, nearly empty room. The sheets were pulled from the bed, all of his sketchbooks and other books were piled into boxes, and a majority of his other belongings were already on their way to his dorm in China.

            Just as he was about to turn around, a pale, lavender color caught his eye in between the bookshelves. Stooping down, Minseok slipped his hand into the gap and pulled out a leather bound book, the edges collecting a thin layer of dust.

            “How could I forget this?” he mumbled as he stood up, brushing his fingertips across the smooth cover.

            The book was thin, perhaps containing around a hundred papers or even less. It looked almost new, showing that it wasn’t used often. Across the cover of the journal in light gray, block letters was the name Youngkyu. Just reading that name caused his heart to flutter with joy yet sting with pain, and his eyes threatened to spill bitter, selfish tears across the soft, flexible leather.

            Sitting down in his desk chair, Minseok heaved a deep sigh, setting the diary down on the desk. His hands gently rubbed his face to relieve the tension and to slow down the wave of memories that was washing over him just by looking at the book.

            His cell phone rang, jolting him out of his thoughts as he scrambled to pick up the call.

            “Hello?”

            “Hey, I’ll be at your house in two hours to help you load up the rest of your things.”

            “Okay, thanks, Jongdae.”

            “No problem… Are you sure about this, Minseok?”

            He let out a shaky breath before answering. “Yeah… I am.”

            Minseok could hear Jongdae sigh on the other side of the line before he said, “See you in a few hours then.”

            “Bye.” He set down his phone onto the desk next to her lavender diary. Looking back down at it, Minseok brushed over the cover lightly, as if he wasn’t sure if he could actually touch it or not. And really, he didn’t know if he should. What would happen if he read all of the contents in the diary again? Would all of the emotions strike him as strong as they did before? Would he become selfish and fight to see her again?

            With all of these thoughts rushing through his head, Minseok subconsciously flipped open the cover, revealing the first page: a nearly blank, white sheet with her name written in sharp letters at the bottom. Seeing her name on the first page was enough to let Minseok know that he breached the barrier between him and his suppressed memories of her.

            As his mind wavered with the burden of the past, his heart pushed forward, causing him to flip to the next page, to where the story, their story, began. 

 author's note Thanks for giving my story a chance by reading the prologue :) I've requested a poster and background so hopefully I'll get you guys something aesthetically pleasing to see at the beginning of each chapter hahaha. Hope you stick around for the rest of my story ^^! Thanks, loves <3

~DespisedSecret

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