Those Left Behind
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It's hard to really grasp the concept of death. I mean, you always know its there. Its presence can't be missed in the slightest. It’s the most controversial topic in the world and yet people continue to live without a care. Everyone know’s at some point they’re going to pass. It's inevitable. No one can escape it and no matter how hard you try to reverse the hands of time, there's always that internal clock continuously ticking in the opposite direction...
Tick...
"Sanghyuk, how long do you plan on sitting out there? It's cold out and we have places to go today."
Hyuk didn’t hear his mother’s voice. Instead his eyes stay glued to the sky, his mind deep in thought as he tried to differentiate the shapes in the clouds as they morphed in their progression across the sky. His feet propelled the loveseat rocker lazily as he watched them, barely noticing the chill of the wind biting into his exposed skin.
"Sanghyuk! Are you listening to me?" She called from inside their small home.
It took him a few slow heartbeats to finally register his mother's voice after her second call, but once he did, he turned his head towards her, cheeks pink and hair mussed from the chilly afternoon breeze. His eyes were void of the laughter and happiness that was usually always evident in his young features. He blinked, the sudden harsh wind tossing his hair around and causing his eyes to water slightly. It didn't seem it—what with the bright sunny sky and lack of snow on the ground—but it was the middle of winter. February, if he wanted to be precise. The trees held no leaves and were as empty as the seat beside him.
Her seat.
Tick...
Hyuk stared at his mother for a few seconds and just as he opened his mouth to speak, his sister stepped forward from the shadowy interior of the house. He observed quietly as his sister whispered to their mother, the two of them both glancing at him before disappearing back into their home. He sighed softly as the sliding door closed behind them and he was once again alone.
Hyuk found his mother acted as if him seeing her upset with his way of handling the situation would make him snap out of his haze -- when in actuality he didn't feel much of anything these days so it made no difference to him. He wore a mask; one that was always blank, and frighteningly emotionless for how he had been on a few weeks ago.
Though if he were to be honest with himself, he was a bit peeved that his mother couldn’t see where he was coming from. He needed time to grie
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