everybody knows that

without luhan there is no sehun

just like without light there is no dark

that doesn’t mean to say

he ceases to exist

no, no

but the spark of life within him fades away

along with the man who has walked out of his life

 

sehun’s world is only black and white after luhan leaves

 

he cries a lot

he does

nobody questions

nobody comforts

because they know

unless it’s luhan holding

sehun in his arms

the tears won’t stop

 

sometimes they try

they really do try

to bring sehun out of his self designated darkness

to help him

see the light again

 

they want him to understand

that his behavior is spiralling

out

of

control

 

“how do you expect me to react, when the person most important to me is gone?”

 

he seeks solace

in the promise of tomorrow

in the memories of yesterday

in the whispers of love

he never

gives up

on their love

 

love

is such a fickle thing

it confuses

it harms

it desecrates

but most of all

love saves

and heals

and brightens

the darkness that

only a lonely person understands

 

sometimes sehun remembers

the stages

the dances

the songs

those eyes

always

those eyes

he did love luhan’s eyes

 

sometimes sehun remembers

the late nights

the early mornings

the endless days

his smile

always

his smile

he did love luhan’s smile

 

sometimes sehun remembers

the blood

the tears

the sweat

that kind, loving heart

always

that kind, loving heart

because after all

what else would sehun have fallen for?

 

black

and

white

 

yin

and

yang

 

luhan

and

sehun

 

always two halves of a whole

 

neither can exist

without the other

 

and sometimes

he cries himself to sleep

knowing that luhan is

gone

gone

gone

 

because after all

a whole is not a whole

if half is missing

and a half is not a half anymore

if it can’t be whole