THE SAME SPOT
(This flash fiction is written in second person point-of-view)
So, Mydeimos…
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Are you happy now to have him by your side? Hearing him mumble each scene he sees in his dream sure gives you the urge to push him by his head, knowing how absurd it sounds to you. It never takes your heart another lap to beat as if it is chased by a bewildered German Shepherd. You hear it. “I love you,” that platinum white tressed boy says in his sleep. Peaceful, just like the afternoon way back home inside the metro; and you know you could never say ill things about him while he’s unconsciously away, so you smiled and breathed harshly against the chair. “You scrundel,” you groaned low enough not to wake your lover up, “Is that even what you said in your dream, or you just want to see me covering my reddened face for your inertia humor?” You continued as your hand involuntarily holds that boy’s weakened hand, realizing the time you had with him might not enough after all.
At least that is the only memory you could recover from the bygone days, months even. Now, in your wood-colored blazer with cream shirt and classic straight jeans, you stood by the very same spot you shared with him, replaying the same memory like a broken record. Missing him that you planned on visiting his resting place, eh, Mydeimos? No wonder you’re carrying a bouquet of red roses wrapped in a set of black metallic-look papers and a tied gold ribbon. Though moving on from the day you hold his hand on his deathbed for the last time, it seems you always hoped you could go back just to say the three words he said to you first. It still fresh in your mind, as if it just happened yesterday and you happened to hold his coffin on the day he supposed to rest. But with the metro gentle halt, it really is time for you to wake up, as he will be forever young in the same spot you secured each time you got home.
“Forever, we young,” you bid the seat farewell and let yourself heading out to the station.
(inspired by @blazingstrife’s PhaiDei’s fanart and eight by IU)
