RING MY BELL'S
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"A number you can't remember and a pluto of darkness"
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RING MY BELL -
A burly hand carried itself to reach for a piece of notice lying affectionately on the expanse of the table. Thus allegedly as a wedding invitation that actually does not want to reveal, since the elegant nuances of the sheet have reached his hands a few days ago.
The day that I did not want to wait for has come.
While both his balls of vision were busy herding the arches between a series of beautiful canterian letters, decorated with modern-style silver ink also added an elegant impression with a sheet scented with soothing jasmine, he found a name that from the beginning was back and forth in his head. Carvings from both corners of the girl whose identity was written in the invitation, again welcomed the thought of the figure.
"June?!"
Quite a piece of the call that is clearly reflected in the memory sheet of the figure until it. Although it is inevitable if the name of which person, his name was printed thickly in the invitation title that was in the grasp of his hand, able to make every corner of his heart feel the sensation of warmth.
Jun likes that.
Liked every time the name bounced off the red lips wet meet the girl at that time. The call that was intended was only for her one of the girls. A call that has its own meaning for Jun, if the girl is the one who voices it. Very soothing to the heart, even his eardrum always vibrates when recording the soothing vowels.
But not so much the vibration, when the hearing summarizes all the variants of the tone that plumbed to just say hello how the voice called him. Feels empty, no longer warm. Only able to hurt his heart that never dries. Leave a feeling that feels dry.
I don't know! How did Jun express those feelings. It looks like asking for a calm explanation simultaneously.
And this second also his mouth asks to be heard chanting his name from the girl who will soon end up in the lewamanan chair. Not with him, but with a man that even Jun personally did not know before.
Everything felt ambiguous for the understanding Jun had been deep in. Everything that happened was so strange, though, there was something stuck in Jun's mind as the girl who had been in a relationship with him for many years said a breaking word and a sentence that sounded like a parting strand from the girl.
Two years.
Either true or not. What is clear is that, less and more than twenty-four months already Jun and the girl who had destroyed the entire world of the man, had settled themselves as lovers. Even more and more Jun's memories were clouded by memories that seemed to remain in his heart—how hard Jun wanted to ignore them.
It would be helpful if his brain just rotated the times where they were placed in debates or other bad things. That way Jun has a glimmer of reason to waste the opportunity in remembering the beautiful moments with his lover, ah well ex. Ex-lover more precisely.
Then forget the girl with a million resentments interwoven in her soul, instead of using her memory to re-enact the phase that had been the happiest moments when with her girl first.
But what could Jun be? If the particles in his brain refuse to spread hatred towards the girl.
Even when the girl emboldened her determination to follow the sentence, which was intended for Jun to be the support of her heart someday. Yes, Jun evokes memories of his lover proposing to Jun with all the jitters that struck. Although after that there was so much happiness, just after the girl's oral success passed word for word that Jun believed, it had been assembled before
"You want to get married?!"
Jun gaped at the words that seemed like self-submission rather than a solicitation. Reviewing his charming smile, Jun suggested at that time— did not just think.
"You proposed to me?", Jun asked with his shock beat.
"Does that sound like that?"
Jun could feel his girl being nervous at that moment. Jun like—warming.
"With you?" said Jun.
"of course. Who else would you marry if not me, huh?!", The girl gave a sharp snort, not accepting Jun's words.
A very joyous imagination for the mind of Jun at that time. Despite being ambiguous for his survival now. From the many clinks of time pum season that sili changed. How could Jun forget so easily after the days and nights they spent? There is not even a time they live without being together.
The more his mind wanted to rebel against all that nostalgia, the harder it was for his heart to refuse to forget the togetherness that the two spent on each other.
The description of the description and description of the mosquito, is enough to provide information about the figure that appears to be destroyed in front of a design sheet. The soft binaries that were emitted a moment of time had passed leaving a warm dressing behind. Making the spotlight full of wounds that are invisible to the naked eye.
If only the word 'disappear' could be realized with its true connotation. Jun desperately wants to drown in the depths of Antarctica, so that all his nerves are frozen by the cold temperatures.
Even he will be very grateful, if only the earth wants to work together to swallow it round and round right now. No doubt only so that he can turn off all the pain that hit the niche in a row, without any intention to propose a sense of tolerance again.
When many audiences who want to be part of the guest of honor also silent witness the association of ring circles embedded in both sweet fingers at the grandest and largest event of the year—Royal Wedding adapted from the marriage of Pangerang Henry and Meghan Markel. Maybe?!
The vibrating pupils with a red tinge held up the ready-to-explode crack, like a mine that would bombard the entire range with a slight impact.
Coupled with a grip that is increasingly tight, it automatically creates random strokes. Involved in the paper title that included scratches of the name was surname, which is very annoying to be recorded by both displays it looks no longer show the beauty at the angle given a very strong squeeze.
As the impingement did not accept the reality that hit hard on his consciousness, insisting on getting rid of the grief that twisted Jun's luminescence. As if to show how domineering it was for his soul and body, the moment of immortality jolted his own understanding.
Of course, the man named Jun is not a person who is easily overwhelmed by weakness or slump without a fundamental reason to make himself mired in the ravages of destruction in his life.
Can you imagine?
How broken the world you built is hard. As tall as a skyscraper and in a matter of seconds turned flat on the ground. And the ruins fell upon Jun. As if he did not allow himself to steal the air of life was free from the pedestal that could break his soul whenever his recess was shaken by the frightening pressure for the sheet of his life.
The clear circle that was stuck in the vibration of the two pupils almost surfed down the contest. If only the soft touch seemed to calm it was not immediately interrupted Jun's two shoulders which also seemed to tremble withstanding the pain that stoned his heart, the one who was dead from his longing left his dwelling place without a word.
"You don't want to attend her wedding?", The vowel that was so warm, no longer relieved the entire corner of Jun's recess.
Jun's personality is awakened by the fact that he will be wiped out by a reality that will be planned for several hours, starting from a footing that is not immediately stretched from the expanse of tiles.
Raga who no longer have the power can only shake his head smoothly. It was as if there was nothing left in every breath of his that began to tighten with the chest of his field that felt the weight of tons and tons of weight. The supply of oxygen was severely depleted with her being unsure of her ability to return to her duties as a human after today's events. That is to stay alive for the sake of one grace beside him, remaining in every breath of air that accompanies the course of life.
"Go! Meet him and congratulate him. Don't make yourself feel sorry for your decision someday! ", he said before continuing,
"Maybe this is the last time you'll ever meet and say goodbye before you leave and she gets married" she said", somehow Jun felt that the sentence that was caught in the dark was very painful to just understand it further.
"Eomma—", Jun opened up, "I can't do it. It hurts so much to see him", Jun complains that he is at the lowest point of his life to a middle-aged woman nearby indirectly. (Mother)
With all his heart so as not to drip the shameful liquid for himself before the mother, with his obsidian staring shattered at the encouragement of his life - especially at times like this was engulfing his mind.
Also replied with bracing skewers from the mother, "Have you not promised to always be there beside her whatever your relationship? And now it's time for you to prove that promise"
Jun bowed helplessly, to just say hello to the good look of the eyes of the mother was only able to be silent a thousand languages. Not that Jun ignored the words that came from the deft lips of the old woman.
When the sobbing is created between the silence that ambushes the room with simple nuances, it is the answer for the mother to understand correctly how the heart-wrenching feeling for the woman saw her beloved fruit forged a problem that focuses on the pain that pierced her heart sharply.
"I can't stand it! I really can't, Eomma!", Rintihnya who continues to repeat the sentence that rannum uttered when the heart was not in tune to incise a decision—Jun really wanted to meet the view of the girl who is no longer the girl, he was no longer the girl, but what does it mean if the necklace does not want to see the marriage of the former.
The woman stretched out her arms to reach for the higher body of her to be embraced in the warmth of a mother's affection.
"Good congratulations on the wedding. I'm sure he'll be happy with just your presence. Even she'd be happier, if you came as a surprise for her birthday. You didn't forget it, did you?", appealed to the mother.
Sure oes. How could Jun forget one fact about the girl's birthday? It will never be. Jun remembered very well, where he was held with hundreds of coercions for himself to donate various gift parcels for his former lover. There is no satisfaction from the former, however, when Jun has not given her one special thing the first day she welcomes her world
"I won't stop asking for presents if you don't do one thing for me!", the whine is spoiled.
"What?!", confused Jun at that time.
"Kiss me here!", Pinta the former with her fingers pointing at her wet lips, forwarding the chewy chunk so that Jun immediately realized his request.
That simple. Even at that time, Jun was speechless with his innocence and simplicity in creating a request—gemas instead of playing.
A few seconds later, Jun can no longer stem the swift tears that had been deliberately held so that he did not break during difficult times for himself and also the mother. Jun too understood if this woman in his arms, quietly shed the same crystal circle as him—washed out her tears in a mute. Doesn't the situation feel many times more painful? Outmost.
Although the number of seconds has become a sorrow, when a pair of children and the mother has drowned in a solution of pain. Decisions are getting stronger, when the two people are fighting each other crying.
Even the grip of Jun's palm on the thick sheet of paper slowly began to stretch, then spread over the cold floor. Displaying two identities that are the highlight of the day. Sculpted so epic on the invitation cover, side by side.
Lee Yunki
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Rabella Kim's
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