When Two Seasons Meet
Description
His smile is bright, was the first thing that entered Minho's head that day, when he met Taemin just as he was about to leave Earth, finished bringing Winter and ready to bring it away. They had met years ago, long before man existed, just as Earth did. Minho was brought to existence, and was assigned to bring Winter to the Earth, and he did. He brought the cold snow with him and walked around the Earth for days, weeks, months, and when he felt he was about to leave, he met beautiful, bright Taemin, who brought Spring. And every year, he would return to let the snow fall, lonely, gloomy and cold, until he would meet the boy of Spring.
This is a story that suddenly, a little painfully, popped in my head. This is written mainly for a writing contest I am entering, "Cold Hands, Warm Hearts," which can be found here. It is a cool contest, really. The plot of my story had entered my head as soon as I read one of the prompts (which will be mentioned later on), and I had immediately jumped off my bed and started writing this. It will probably have just a few chapters, I'm not exactly sure yet, but we'll see. It might end up shorter than I expect, though.
This is going to be fun, and I hope you will enjoy this as much as I know I will.
This amazingly beautiful poster was made by MusicChibi at Ahjussi & Chicken Graphic Shop. ♥
Dedicated to kawaiikimbap and COOkIesrOCkkeke.
Foreword
"It is time for you to wake up." It's that voice again, the loud, smooth and relaxing voice that rings everywhere, yet when I open my eyes, I find no speaker. I sat up and stretched and yawned. Finally, after many months of sleeping, I'm finally allowed to wake up, to go down to Earth and make the flowers bloom and wake the hybernating animals.
I gazed around me, lightheaded because of the bright nothingness, only light, no walls, no shadows, just light. But beneath me, are clouds in shades of pink and orange and yellow, but other than that, nothing. And there was no one but me, and only me.
"When do I go?" I ask, speaking to no one in particular, but knowing perfectly well that someone, from somewhere, will answer. I look around for a moment, waiting for the voice, and finally, it replies, "Soon." The voice had no beginning nor end, it had no direction. I couldn't tell where it came from, from behind me, or beside me or above me. It was everywhere.
And then a feeling, so overwhelmingly cold, so lonely and heart-clenching, so painful that it brings tears into my eyes, surges through me. I shut my eyes, feeling tears squeeze out of them and trickle down my cheeks, and when I open them, I'm on Earth, surrounded by snow everywhere, covering the trees and the homes of the people and their transporting systems, which, if I remember correctly, were called cars.
The air was cold, like the feeling that lingered on my heart. It was that I hated most about my time, when that feeling comes as I am taken to Earth. It was the coldness, the loneliness, the pain.
I start to walk, the snow crunching beneath my feet, my arms wrapping around myself in attempt to protect me from the cold. And then I search, not knowing where to begin. But usually, it's easy to find him, and I knew I needn't to search for long.
And sure enough, I was right. There he sat, on the hood of a car, fidgeting with the hem of his faded blue shirt, head hanging low. And I smile at him, even though he couldn't see me, even though I doubted he knew I was there.
"Minho!" I called, happy to see him, and he looks up, his frown turning into a smile.
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