Let me go...
Description
Kibum died a few months ago. Jonghyun knows it... Sort of. Still, he can see his love as he is sitting next to him, chatting about something meaningless. The younger is still there when they are going out, hand in hand. Kibum is looking at him with a soft smile. He knows that Jonghyun will have to let him go... He wants the older to be able to overcome his death. Yet, he can't just leave Jonghyun and wonder around Earth like all ghosts do... He just can't do it, but he knows that he has to... Will the lovers be strong enough to let each other go?
Foreword
AN: Hi guys ^^ I've actually wanted to make this fic a long time ago, but I always had some other things that I should have written xD Today I just... had to at least try this *sighs* This will probably be only a few chapters long, but the length depends on a few things ^^ Also, please note that this fanfic is the 'Key's side' of I don't want to let you go, so some events will be the same, but I actually want to add more details into this version ^^ I'm not sure if I'll use the same style I used there, because it was a bit hard for me, but I might try it :D
Characters:
Kim Kibum ('18')
A boy that had been dead for a few months. Since then, he had been on the side of his lover, Jonghyun, who just can't let him go. Of course, Kibum doesn't want to leave him, but it's not like he can stay as a ghost, slowly driving Jonghyun insane. No one can see him, but the older boy, and he knows that he should just leave... But he can't, not until Jonghyun accepts the fact that he is dead.
Kim Jonghyun (19)
Jonghyun can't let Kibum go. Deep down, he knows that the younger is dead, but he simply just can't accept the fact. In his imagination, Kibum is still there, and nothing had happened to him. What he doesn't know, that Kibum is there, but as a ghost. Even though his friends are worried about him, he doesn't care about anything anymore. He has his Kibummie with him, so nothing can go wrong, right?
As I'm standing there, looking at you, I wish that everything was alright. I wish that your smile would be directed to the true me. Not my current 'form', a pathetic, almost invisible ghost. I try to smile at you, but I just can't... Tears fill my eyes as I whisper those three words I never would have thought I would have to say...'Let me go...'
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