Our Melody
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A bright sunlight found it's way throught the white curtain all the way to the bed. His eyes squint shut trying to ward off the filtered sunlight drifting in, the inevitable dread of opening them to the sudden glare of a dimly lit room.
he open only one quickly feeling the burn in his shocked retinas, before slamming it shut again His vision is blurry. He sat up on his white comfy bed
The room white. Literally.
The cushions, furnitures are white in color. The bed all of it.
But he doesnt mind. He likes it.
He got out of bed and slowly walked outside the room heading to the kitchen. He took out a glass from the top shelf and filling it with drinking water.
He slowly drank the water. He looked outside world, lost in the sea of memories.
He went to his bathroom and looked at his reflection in the mirror. His upper shirt has already been ed, showing his white collar bone. He began un buttoning his shirt slowly, exposing his magnificent tattoo crafted on his tanned skin.
He set the water temperature to lukewarm. He let the water touched his hair, flowing on every inch of his skin.
Jiyong walked alone in the park, a nostalgic park.
There's no one there. The park seemed to be abandoned for years now.
flowers and trees are withering away slowly as winter is coming.
He just walked without showing a single expresssion toward a venue where people seldom go.
He walked through the woods.
Wearing only a light grey hoodie sweater with his black jeans, he walked without directions and kept his head looking on he ground.
Somehow later he find himself standing infront of a grave yard which are surrounded by a bush of roses.
White roses
"Your sister are married to the man she loved." He smile faintly.
"She decided to live in UK with her husband."
"Shes happy. I can guarantee that."
He sat beside the coldstone alone. Talking as if somebody or someone are listening to him.
Its been 5 years since she left him all alone. He is getting older.
28 to be exact.
People still recognized him as an artist. He havent left the music industry but his had been decreasing his daily activity.
Most of the time he would write something in his notebook whether its a song lyrics or a random drawings. Other than that he just sit at his backyard lost in his other world.
Jiyong snapped out to the reality world as he heard an unfamiliar noise. It sounded like something squeaking.
At first he would ignore the sound and continued doing his random daily routines, but after a while listening to the sound, he decides to look for it.
He stood up walked into the direction which the sound came from. He walked and stopped in front of a bush where the sound can be heard out loud and clear.
He searched over the bush and found a kitten. The kitten is only few weeks old and being "hugged" by its mother. Jiyong observed the mother. Shes not moving at all. Not even a slight sign of breathing.
The weather is getting cold as the autumn wind blowing. The helpless grey-ish kitten kept on crying begging to be noticed by someone.
Jiyong carried it into the house, keeping it warm as the temperature outside decreased by the minute.
Black storm clouds under which a white sheet of snow is falling on grasslands.
a man, standing in front of a white snow land where nothing but white snow could be seen.
infront of him theres a withered plants and bush.
but something caught his eyes.
a rose.
a red rose blooming in the middle of winter,
struggling to live
and defying the law of nature.
Foreword
Hey guys! Long time no see!!
this story is a sequel to my previous fanfic, do check it out down there! (click on the title)
THE LOCKED MEMORIES OF THE WHITE ROSES
READ MY OTHER FANFICS
(CLICK THE TITLE)
also i just wrote a new fanfic about Daesung, hehe.
I'll try me best to update this story and do subscibe, okay? >_<
thank you and will update soon!!
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