“Oh. We were so young.” Chanyeol says, his breath devoured by the cruel, cold airs of the winter breeze.

“We were reckless.” Baekhyun breathes and interlocked his fingers together. His fingertips graze against one another in an agonizingly slow pace and he became overwhelmed by his own touch.

“We were the destructors of our empire.” Chanyeol chuckles, brushing his digits through his disheveled mane. The ebony trapped by the black in a dance of tango.

“We were the refugees of the stratosphere.” Baekhyun exhales, admiring the clouds above. They were in the shade of the faintest of aquamarine and an incredibly irrefutable midnight blue, setting the atmosphere to glow in a stunning myrtle green complemented by the rays of light escaping from the moon.

“We were indomitable.” They both say at last and sheepishly grin from ear to ear, despite the fact that they were nowhere near in a distance, nowhere in the same space, nowhere in the same realm.

They were to never see the beauty.

To see the flaws.

To feel the intensity.

To feel the driving passion.

They were lost souls in two different universes and maybe, just maybe, it is better this way.