Tinker soilder, will you fix my heart?
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It was truly unintentional, he never thought of meeting him again. Didn’t want to, didn’t dare to; he didn’t think his heart would be able to take it. He had done his waiting, 4 foolish years of his youth gone just dreaming, hoping to see the familiar face somewhere, anywhere. Hyukjae was never going back to his stupid, lovesick 18 year old self. He was a changed man now…
Foreword
December 16, 2004
Hyukjae waited till his legs turned sore, muscles aching from standing for several hours. He clutched at the styrafoam cup, seeking warmth as he carried on smiling, not wanting him to ever see him frowning. He shuffled his feet, noticing the looks of pity people threw his way which he determinedly ignored. He would never leave Hyukjae alone, the boy was affirmative of it. However, after another half hour had past, the smile faded, the cup sitting inside a nearby trash bin. Hyukjae checked his watch, gasping when he realised that a good 3 hours had past since he had arrived.
Not wanting to give up yet, he continue waiting. He waited till his hands were numb and his nose was running. Stiff fingers carressed the scarf he had given him for his birthday, clinging on desperately to the last wisp of foolish hope. He stood on tip toes, trying to source for a familiar face in the diminishing crowd, the sky darkening menacingly.
The first drops of rain signaled his defeat, Hyukjae dropping his head down dejectedly. It seemed as though the sky was mocking him. It was good that it was raining though, it concealed his tears, even if the pain inside his heart was raw. He turned away slowly, swearing never to be the same again. 5 hours had past since he had arrived and now the place had a special sport in his mind. He had left a gift behind; a scarf folded neatly on one of the park benches....
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