Pairing: Monsta X's ShownuxSohee (reader)

Url: Reader25

Trope: Angst, Fluff, Romance

AU: Historical!Shownu

TW: Mentions of death

Song suggestion: Second Chances, Imagine Dragons

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    They say when you die, your life flashes before your eyes.

    A sudden flare of white blinds your vision before a movie-reel begins rolling; showing you every single second of each day that passed while you were still breathing. The good times, the bad, and the in-between. Significant moments like graduations or first loves to lesser ones like brushing your teeth or buying a new charger for your phone.

    The average person lives 27,375 days, but if you convert that number to hours, then 27,375 days translates to 657,000 hours. Think about that for a moment - 675,000 hours.  That's not even the wildest part, though. Now convert that number to seconds. Did you do it yet? No? No worries, because I did it for you.

     2,365,200,000 seconds.

    Let that sink in for a moment before pondering this next point:

    If every second of your life flashes before your eyes when you die, then that means the average person's 2,365,200,000 seconds of life spins through a movie reel within a few seconds - maybe even less. To be honest, I can't say I believe it. 

    It would be impossible for your life to be reduced to a mere second; it defies both logic and the the concept of time - and before you call me a pessimist, hear me out: I couldn't support that theory, and it's not because I didn't want to, but rather because my movie was still sealed away in a box somewhere; hidden within the confines of an omnipotent being's hands.

    I definitely died, though, or at least, I'm pretty sure I did.

   One moment I was walking across the street and then suddenly, I was standing over my unconscious body; watching as bystanders tried to wake me from my "slumber." Leaning down, I had tried to reach out to one of the strangers - an attempt to let them know that I was still there - but they couldn't hear me, or see me. Come to think of it, I don't believe they could feel my transparent hand upon their solid one, either.

    As if God had suddenly weighed my body down with invisible weights, I felt my heart sink into my stomach; shoulders heavy as I collapsed onto the gravel. An anxious feeling gnawed away at flesh and bone, but I could no longer hear blood pumping, or the steady rise of my heartbeat pounding in my ears. Perspiration should have wet the palms of my hands and forehead, but my body was completely dry. The waves of emotion that had begun racking my body were the only remotely living traits I experienced.