MyungSoo

Time is something I have always wished I could control. Slow it down when I wanted to, speed it up when I pleased. Impossible, yeah I know, but it’s still just that child dream of mine. Now, the urge to control it arises and it is stronger than ever. I want nothing more than to slow it down, give myself enough time to run and push him out of the way.

For a moment he seemed happy, his face was calm. Before I knew it, before he knew it, there was a truck. I could see the fear in his eyes but I could also make out something else. It was as if he had seen this coming, as if he knew he should have known. For a while, I cannot move. My legs are planted to my place on the sidewalk and my hands are reaching out towards him but not moving at all. My throat feels as if it were never meant to speak. I am paralyzed from head to toe for mere seconds that feel like an eternity.

It is the way he closes his eyes tightly that makes me move. He’s scared. That is when I take it upon myself to save him, even if it means me getting hurt in the process.

I run towards him and push him away. Before I am knocked into a painful world of black, I can make out his thin frame on the other side of the street. Safe.

I find myself in a world of nothing. My body feels numb and I vaguely wonder if this is the feeling of being in a dead body. My soul is alive, but my body is dead. I cannot see, but I can hear and I can smell and I can feel. I am lying on a very thin mattress with a blanket draped over my body. Rushed and worried voices surround me. I am in the hospital.

The feeling to protect someone is something I had not felt in years. When I was young, I had a friend who I really cared about. Whenever I asked his name, he just smiled, laughed, and continued playing. As payback, I never gave him my name either. We just played together. School was fun with him by my side because I had something other than learning to look forward to. After a while, he stopped coming to school.

With a wild imagination, I thought he had been kidnapped by a dragon or something. All I remember about him is that he used to say one day, he’d figure out my name, even if I didn’t know his. He was smaller than most of the other kids our ten years of age and he got picked on a lot. As a result, I made myself his older brother, his guardian. He hated it, saying he didn’t want to owe me anything later on when we were older.

“How do you know we’ll know each other when we’re older?” I questioned him.

He smiled. “I don’t know,” he said, “I just do…”

Today, I still hold on to the hope that we’ll meet again someday and start right where we left off. 

A/N: Heyyy guyzzzz!!!! Ohmigoshhhh I am sososo sorry for the lack of updates !!! But school is over this week for me so I'll update more frequently, promise. And sorry again, I know this chapter is super short. 

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