#solareclipseweek2026

[day 1: open sky)

Eclipse Week Day 1 - Closed Skies ☀️🌙

iiits really simple. but i like how this turned out.

ECLIPSE WEEK DAY 3: beautiful/awful flowers

("Hey hey starbright look at me.")

("You're doing great.")

["..."]

(" I promise I won't let you fall.")

[Day 3 : (Beautiful) Flowers]

[ @solar-eclipse-week ]

Mind was going through some things. 

Recently he'd been forced into a circumstance where he needed to change homes. And so he'd found a home. An apartment. It lay in the heart of a busy, busy city. There was always some noise or other to be heard. It was a comfort of sorts. But of course, all good things have bad things within them. Within the good of this new home where he was safe from the things that used to threaten him, there was the bad of having his space limited. He owned a lot of things. A lot of very special things that were very special to him because they were very special. He couldn't, or wouldn't, or did it matter? explain why. 

It was cleanout day, so he was taking boxes out of his closet and rummaging through them. He'd found some legal documents from when he first appeared and needed an identity. Found some pictures from when he'd first started trying to draw. Found lots of things, including an amazingly graceful twenty dollar bill. He had been meaning to go grocery shopping. This twenty could get him something. And just something was enough. He'd learned to ration what little he had. He worked hard for it, he really did, long hours that took a toll on his brain and his body that he wasn't used to. Anything that was less than two years old that he bought himself, he refused to throw away or donate, but after that time had passed, he was glad to toss anything he no longer needed or used. 

He felt a little silly, sitting cross-legged on his floor surrounded by things he didn't really remember obtaining. There was a last box left untouched. He pulled it toward himself and did a double take at the purple heart drawn on the lid. 

It felt like it was taunting him. 

Well, screw that little heart. Screw everything this box probably contained. Mind tossed it to the side and stood, wincing slightly at the popping of his bones. And screw this mess, too. He'd clean it up later. For now he needed to eat something. 

Cup noodles. Not good for his body, and not really good for his tongue, but better than nothing for his stomach. 

Gone. Noodles gone. No more noodles. 

Mind leaned against the counter and sighed deeply. 

Laid on the couch. 

On the floor. 

Did some pushups. Situps. 

Laid on the back of the couch and scared himself almost falling off. 

Laid in his bed. 

Laid on his stomach with his chin in his hands on his bed, staring at that little box sitting innocently by the baseboard. 

Laid on the floor in the same position staring at the same box. Inched closer to it. 

His hands twitched. He wanted to look in that box. He needed to look in that box. The box, the box, the box. The box with the purple heart on the lid. Drawn by his own purple Heart. Mind took a deep breath. He needed to look in that box. Shouldn't look in that box, no, it held old memories he needed to let go of, he was never going to see Heart again, he knew it, he knew it, he knew it, so looking at him again knowing that he'd never see him again was just going to hurt. It was only going to hurt and he knew it. Despite this, after a ridiculous glance around the room, that box was being gently opened by hands that hadn't been so gentle in a long time. 

The photo at the top of the stack there was taken landscape style. It was of Heart and Mind sitting together on the couch. Heart, seemingly, was half asleep, leaning against Mind. Mind was awake and attentively watching what was on the TV, arm wrapped around Heart's shoulders. That day was long ago now. Long, long, long ago. Mind couldn't remember what they'd been watching. 

Never mind the photo for a second. There were some other things in the box too. Envelopes, bracelets, a CD… 

Mind opened an envelope. It was a love letter from Heart to him. That loopy handwriting was familiar, and this note in particular quite the same. It was the very first one that he'd been given. It wasn't signed, but Mind had known from the start who these letters came from. It was the very same handwriting that requested mocha and milk chocolate via post-its on the fridge, the same handwriting that was responsible for what was perhaps the trio's best music. He remembered the fluttery feeling in his chest reading himself be described so lovingly. Like he was really someone great when he knew he wasn't. Mind opened all the envelopes and read all the contents again. He remembered all the times they'd been slipped under his door, all the times he'd heard soft footsteps rapidly retreating. He remembered feeling Heart's love for the first time, when it was exciting and new, when he wasn't used to being loved like that. 

He wiped his eyes. 

The CD. What was on it? They'd made many CDs in their time together, and this could be any of them. Heart had never wanted to label them. Something about it being more fun to not know what you were getting yourself into, even with something as tame as playing music. Mind turned the disc over in his hands a few times, taking care not to accidentally scratch it with the sharp points of his fingers. He had a CD player sitting on his nightstand that he hadn't had a reason to touch in quite a while. The last of his CDs were victims of the previous month's cleanout. But now he had one. Just this one. Where were all the others? He didn't remember. There were lots of things he didn't remember. His memory was really very great, but there were some things he'd decided to delete from his brain, things that hurt him to think about. The memory of the fate of the rest of these CDs probably hurt him badly if it was gone. Whatever. No use in thinking about something he couldn't remember. He carefully put the CD in the player and waited for it to start making noise. 

…

…

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It's never fair to say I never care about anything, 'cause I always care about you! Mm, mm, mm, mmmm.

Ah. Yes. Mind remembered this song. One of Heart's favorites. Mind had grown quite fond of it too. He even found himself relating to it. He let that run in the background while he picked up the stack of photos. 

There was the first one again, of them on the couch. Soul had probably taken it. Probably had been intruding on a moment and disguised his not-quite-voyeurism as wanting to preserve their sweetness. Mind frowned and turned the photo upside down. 

This next picture was much brighter and taken portrait style. It depicted Heart in Mind's garden, crouched beside a bed of forget-me-nots and gingerly touching the petal of a small purple one. His hair was tucked behind his ear and allowed his side profile to be seen. He was smiling softly and his eyes were crinkled in the corners. He was beautiful. He was always beautiful. Mind put that photo to the side and examined the next. This one was of Heart's back on a trail. The woods around him seemed to lean towards him. Mind could tell he was smiling without even seeing his face. The fourth photo showed Heart laying in Mind's bed, shirtless and holding out a lizard plushie. Mind blushed slightly and quickly put that photo down. 

There were several more, all of Heart and sometimes Mind, all showcasing how gorgeous Heart was in body and in self. Many of him outside, smiling, focused, one of him starfished on the living room floor with his wings spread out. How Mind missed those wings, how they'd wrap around him and keep him warm and feeling safe, how he missed picking through them to keep them tidy. How he missed his Heart. His face was hot and his temples hurt terribly with the effort of keeping his tears in. 

The bracelets were last. They were simple blue and purple ones made specially to fit Mind's wrists. A few of them had stupid phrases on them, the kinds that you'd expect to see on candy hearts during Valentine's. He put them all on and closed the now empty box. 

Here he was in his bedroom. His bedroom and his alone that he wished to Harmonia he could show Heart. Surrounded by Heart, but painfully devoid of Heart. Reminded of Heart, wishing he could just forget Heart. He loved Heart. Not had loved, he thought embarrassedly. Loved. Still loved, still loved with every ounce of himself. He wished to Harmonia that he could find Heart, or that Heart could find him, but how could that possibly happen? They'd been separated so long ago now. If Mind's memory were not that of a computer, he surely would have forgotten Heart's face by now. Didn't Mind still have that lizard plushie somewhere around here? Or, no he didn't. It wasn't among the items he'd brought with him here. That somehow hurt worse than anything. He needed to forget Heart. He couldn't bear the thought of forgetting Heart, of voluntarily giving up the memories of Heart, his lovely, beautiful Heart. He took a shaky breath and put a hand over his mouth to muffle whatever pathetic sound would come out. 

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Chonny's Charming Chaos Compendium Vol. 1 - Chonny Jash (Album), The Mind Electric - Chonny Jash (Song) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Heart/Mind (Chonny Jash) Characters: Mind (Chonny Jash), Heart (Chonny Jash) Additional Tags: soul is probably there somewhere idk, POV Mind (Chonny Jash), Suicide Attempt, Arson, well. failed arson. you know how it is, Freedom, or. well not that, Anxiety, guy who probably has ocd but he has a job right now, Winged Heart (Chonny Jash), Post-The Juno Incident (Chonny Jash), Love Confessions, Bittersweet Ending, i. think?, Angst, Day 1: [Open/Closed] Sky Series: Part 2 of Solar Eclipse Week 2026, Part 63 of CCCC Summary: