A breath of quiet air before he paces forwards, leaving his car behind as the wispy stars glistened overhead. He wheezes. A beautiful, starry night, just as beautiful as the man waiting for him at the porch. The man he loves. His feet moved on their own accord, stilling once he was just a step away. His arms found their way around the petite figure before him. Gingerly, slowly, snaking. Although his figure towers over his lover, he doesn’t let the distance bother them. He bends down, cups his cheeks so tenderly, placing loving kisses. On his nose, forehead and lips. Cheeks. Everywhere possible. A peck here and there, brushing briefly and gone as soon as it came. The smaller lets out a breathy giggle, informing the other that it tickles.

Chanyeol sighs as he stops, but aligns his forehead to his anyway. He stays there, both motionless as the flower he grips in his hand soon becomes just a forgotten gift. If he was with Baekhyun, nothing else mattered. If he was with Baekhyun, the world could be falling apart and it would be okay. Sadly, that was the reason why he was there. He weakens with his lover in his arms, his flower, his Baekhyun. And may God damn him for doing this, as he lets Baekhyun watch him drown in his wretched disease. He lets out a shaky laugh, bouquet of lavenders falling from his grasp and tumbling to the floor.

The beautiful blossoms are crumbling from the impact, and the moonlight shone no more on the flowers as they are hidden in both their shadows. His dying wish, his only wish, was to be with Baekhyun. With slowed time, he watched in heavily eyelids as the latter panicked. His body was shrinking down, on the ground. His heart fails on him, slowly beating to a pulse too slow for life to continue. Chanyeol is a selfish man, undeserving of his lover. He felt dainty fingers cup his face, just so as he did with Baekhyun not even a mere minute ago. His pupils were hazy and distraught, softly gazing at Baekhyun’s feature, trying to savor this time. Hopefully bringing memories to Heaven.

A breath of quiet air before his lover’s sobs were all that everyone could hear. The screeching and begging to anyone who would listen, to anyone with authority to bring life back to the dead. He leaves his lover in his own devices, to mourn over what he once was. Chanyeol was a selfish man.

A beautiful, starry night it was. Shining rays of the moon caresses two figures draped on each other. One deceased and the other living. The lavenders ceased to be a beauty in the midst of separated lovers.

TIME : 22 MINUTES

sorry about this just trying to practice for my exam papers. hopefully i could write something decent in 30 minutes or less later on.