#madeofblue

Love is the memory that time cannot kill.

This one shows a city square, with a palace in the background. At the center, there’s a statue of a woman with seashells in her hair. Under the picture, in thick words, it reads, Find peace in Noveria. Lu Han turns the postcard, this time, there are only a few words written at the back. 'Don’t fight it. I’m still waiting. I love you, Minseok.

Please don't break my heart." The words were out of his mouth before he could even think about the consequences. They stood between them like a wall and Jongdae could barely find the strength to look at Joonmyun again. He hid behind his hands, groaning softly to himself. But it was the truth. And he couldn't take it back anymore. "I don't plan on it." And Joonmyun breaks the wall gracefully, just like Jongdae would expect him to. 

There are a million things he wants to say to him. 'Don’t go. Please, don’t leave me.' The words all die away at the back of his throat and he forces a smile. 

I love you,” Minseok says, looking at Jongdae with wishful eyes. “You know that, right?” “You tell me every day,” Jongdae replies, biting back a smile. “You almost have me convinced.

I’m sorry, Lu Han--” She doesn’t even look at him. Her eyes stay fixed on the x-rays of Lu Han’s lungs, the dark matter that had been sucking out his breath mocks the both of them, appearing clearly on the laminate. Her next words are filled with medical jargon, too fast and too much for Lu Han to understand. It’s pointless now. He’s dying and there’s nothing they can do. “--you’re not a strong candidate for surgery. We could try chemo, but—” “It’s okay, doctor.” Lu Han looks through the exams spread over her desk. He doesn’t understand these numbers, or what they add up to. All that runs through his mind is how incongruous life is, virtually facetious. The same day a life is brought into this world, another is cursed. The cycle continues. “I just want to go home.

Reality, Minseok,” Lu Han prompts. “It awaits us.” “You’re my reality now,” Minseok says, their foreheads stick together and Lu Han smiles beautifully. You’re everything I needed.

A red light comes on. Zitao brakes furiously. “You listen to me. I told you this before, but I’m gonna say it again. He needs you here. Present. Body and mind. So you better sit back and shut up.” Jongdae’s mind is numb. And I found a dream that I could speak to. A dream that I can call my own. I found a thrill to press my cheek to. A thrill that I have never known.