This is an old draft I've had sitting here for about three years. Cleaned it up sorta, but it's still not at par with my current work. I wanted to keep most of the sumber material as close to what I wrote three years lalu barring some grammatical/diction fluency errors, mostly for a little look into how much I've changed. I just couldn't menanggung, bear letting it sit in here anymore. I'm not super into fanfiction, fanpop, atau even Kpop anymore for that matter, but I knew I had to put this out there in some form atau fashion. Let me know if anda want me to write anything chapter, atau do something else with it.
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Winter: the season of presents, of family time and sitting sejak the fireplace, enjoying the company of others as the temperature nears the single digits. It was always seen as a wonderful time to embrace the little happiness in each others' lives; but for Taemin, it was just the opposite.
It also meant not being able to sit alone on the roof for longer than twenty minutes.
˝Hey, kid,˝
Taemin turned to look at the sumber of the disembodied shout. There was no one else on the roof, so the stranger must have been talking to him. He hadn't even noticed that the door was ajar before the man had made his presence known. Tall and built, this stranger – so inconsequential, yet ever the master of first impressions – had an eery sort of vibe to the way he approached Taemin, his disheveled, black hair seeming to frame his face just so, while the lingering stench of what must have been minuman telur kopyok and tobacco was gracefully carried over to the younger's nose via the wind. To Taemin, that instance was – simply stated – both awful and beautiful.
˝What are anda doing just standing there? It's twenty degrees outside," the man did a once-over of the youth, whom he reckoned no older than nineteen, and yet that physical innocence didn't quite reach the boy's deadpan gaze. The man took a moment to choose his words. ˝If I didn't know any better, I would've thought anda were gonna jump.˝
Taemin hadn't noticed he'd been standing so close to edge until then, but before he could say anything, the man had already made his way to his side, presenting cigar and lighting it. This didn't seem to bother Taemin, so the man offered him a hit. With an almost awkwardly polite denial, a comfortable silence followed between them for a while after that.
When Taemin finally found his words, the man was already sitting down, legs dangling over the edge, as if he'd completely forgotten the presence of the boy standing seterusnya to him.
˝I was going to.˝
The man didn't look up.
˝To what?˝
˝To jump,˝ Taemin quipped, his fingers pushing at the edge of his sleeve. ˝I was going to jump off the edge.˝
Taemin had expected the man to either say something atau stay completely silent, but he hadn't expected the man to laugh, the ghost of his smile almost mockingly illuminated sejak the flame so close to his face. Anger rose to the boy's skin as the nameless man failed to suppress his apparent amusement, his cigar still dangling from his teeth.
˝You're just as foolish as I thought you'd be,˝
Taemin's eyes narrowed. He was expecting me?
˝Don't anda think that's a foolish way to quit?˝ the man scoffed, ˝Everyone thinks it's quicker, like anda just jump and it's over lickity-split." The man lifted his gaze to meet Taemin's for the first time, perhaps for added melodrama, something the younger would learn to be a habit of the man's.
"What ever happened to embracing death as it is?
˝Don't be so quick to die, kid. That way, anda at least get to wallow in your anguish for enough time before the ambulans comes to know you've made a huge mistake. Go jump in front of a train atau something.˝
Another silence of expectancy ensued, neither male daring to speak another word, as if there was a dinding dividing the angkasa they inhabited.
Taemin could tell the man was fixed on the busy Seoul streets below his feet, lighting his cigar once again, the flame decorating every contour of his dirty, enchanting face, and perhaps with the simple truth that berkata face was always meant to be in the daylight: illuminated and for the world to see; yet, there he was, slinked off in the shadows.
˝Go on then,˝ he prompted, ˝Jump. I'm not stopping you.˝
If he had berkata anything different, Taemin wouldn't have believed he was even talking to him; he'd barely spared him a glance, and only continued to busy himself with staring at the ground as if it was the most interesting shit he'd ever seen.
He probably took my silence as his answer.
"This is beautiful irony." Taemin finally filled the void.
The man only grunted in response.
"You, sitting here with your fire, on the eve of a commercial holiday that's all about lights and joy and fucking chocolates, and you're all dark and brooding and mysterious and faux-wise, but haven't yet offered any words of value– I mean, really, is this some sort of sick joke? The dramatic movie you're auditioning for stopped taking resumes in 2006.
"Why don't anda fucking jump? You're already fixing to die with that cancer machine between your teeth. Good way for anda to leave me the fuck alone, too. Whether I was atau was not going to off myself is irrelevant, but anda sir, have ruined the fun of the whole theoretical moment regardless."
The man could only offer another chuckle, the ghost of a grin tugging at the corners of his rather plump lips, which only irked the younger futher.
"What, are anda gonna say something like 'I knew you'd say that' now, too?"
"More like I knew anda wouldn't jump. Just wanted some company before I did."
"Go to Hell."
"I'm planning to."
"No you're really not– I can tell sejak the ego anda exude that if I pushed anda right now, you'd be upset your beautiful face would end up splat on the pavement."
"Kid, all I heard was 'beautiful face'."
"Whoever you–"
"– Choi Minho –"
"– are, yeah - Choi Minho, you're that kind of annoying man who should probably write a book some hari about Cinta and hardships that teens will orgasm over, and yet will never actually find a wife of his own."
"You assume I'm into women."
"Oh right, I should've known anda might feel intimidated sejak another being that's possibly prettier than you."
"Everything comes back to my looks, huh kid?"
"I don't want to jump." The younger's exclamation sliced another untimely lull into their once heated conversation.
"We established that." The man's voice was softer now.
"Did we?"
"It was subtext."
"No, but I really... don't want to. I've always loved.. this night. Krismas Eve. From the rooftop, everything about this place looks so fucking beautiful, even if anda know at its core, the city's anything but."
"What lovely irony."
Taemin couldn't see the man's smile, but he could hear it in his voice.
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Winter: the season of presents, of family time and sitting sejak the fireplace, enjoying the company of others as the temperature nears the single digits. It was always seen as a wonderful time to embrace the little happiness in each others' lives; but for Taemin, it was just the opposite.
It also meant not being able to sit alone on the roof for longer than twenty minutes.
˝Hey, kid,˝
Taemin turned to look at the sumber of the disembodied shout. There was no one else on the roof, so the stranger must have been talking to him. He hadn't even noticed that the door was ajar before the man had made his presence known. Tall and built, this stranger – so inconsequential, yet ever the master of first impressions – had an eery sort of vibe to the way he approached Taemin, his disheveled, black hair seeming to frame his face just so, while the lingering stench of what must have been minuman telur kopyok and tobacco was gracefully carried over to the younger's nose via the wind. To Taemin, that instance was – simply stated – both awful and beautiful.
˝What are anda doing just standing there? It's twenty degrees outside," the man did a once-over of the youth, whom he reckoned no older than nineteen, and yet that physical innocence didn't quite reach the boy's deadpan gaze. The man took a moment to choose his words. ˝If I didn't know any better, I would've thought anda were gonna jump.˝
Taemin hadn't noticed he'd been standing so close to edge until then, but before he could say anything, the man had already made his way to his side, presenting cigar and lighting it. This didn't seem to bother Taemin, so the man offered him a hit. With an almost awkwardly polite denial, a comfortable silence followed between them for a while after that.
When Taemin finally found his words, the man was already sitting down, legs dangling over the edge, as if he'd completely forgotten the presence of the boy standing seterusnya to him.
˝I was going to.˝
The man didn't look up.
˝To what?˝
˝To jump,˝ Taemin quipped, his fingers pushing at the edge of his sleeve. ˝I was going to jump off the edge.˝
Taemin had expected the man to either say something atau stay completely silent, but he hadn't expected the man to laugh, the ghost of his smile almost mockingly illuminated sejak the flame so close to his face. Anger rose to the boy's skin as the nameless man failed to suppress his apparent amusement, his cigar still dangling from his teeth.
˝You're just as foolish as I thought you'd be,˝
Taemin's eyes narrowed. He was expecting me?
˝Don't anda think that's a foolish way to quit?˝ the man scoffed, ˝Everyone thinks it's quicker, like anda just jump and it's over lickity-split." The man lifted his gaze to meet Taemin's for the first time, perhaps for added melodrama, something the younger would learn to be a habit of the man's.
"What ever happened to embracing death as it is?
˝Don't be so quick to die, kid. That way, anda at least get to wallow in your anguish for enough time before the ambulans comes to know you've made a huge mistake. Go jump in front of a train atau something.˝
Another silence of expectancy ensued, neither male daring to speak another word, as if there was a dinding dividing the angkasa they inhabited.
Taemin could tell the man was fixed on the busy Seoul streets below his feet, lighting his cigar once again, the flame decorating every contour of his dirty, enchanting face, and perhaps with the simple truth that berkata face was always meant to be in the daylight: illuminated and for the world to see; yet, there he was, slinked off in the shadows.
˝Go on then,˝ he prompted, ˝Jump. I'm not stopping you.˝
If he had berkata anything different, Taemin wouldn't have believed he was even talking to him; he'd barely spared him a glance, and only continued to busy himself with staring at the ground as if it was the most interesting shit he'd ever seen.
He probably took my silence as his answer.
"This is beautiful irony." Taemin finally filled the void.
The man only grunted in response.
"You, sitting here with your fire, on the eve of a commercial holiday that's all about lights and joy and fucking chocolates, and you're all dark and brooding and mysterious and faux-wise, but haven't yet offered any words of value– I mean, really, is this some sort of sick joke? The dramatic movie you're auditioning for stopped taking resumes in 2006.
"Why don't anda fucking jump? You're already fixing to die with that cancer machine between your teeth. Good way for anda to leave me the fuck alone, too. Whether I was atau was not going to off myself is irrelevant, but anda sir, have ruined the fun of the whole theoretical moment regardless."
The man could only offer another chuckle, the ghost of a grin tugging at the corners of his rather plump lips, which only irked the younger futher.
"What, are anda gonna say something like 'I knew you'd say that' now, too?"
"More like I knew anda wouldn't jump. Just wanted some company before I did."
"Go to Hell."
"I'm planning to."
"No you're really not– I can tell sejak the ego anda exude that if I pushed anda right now, you'd be upset your beautiful face would end up splat on the pavement."
"Kid, all I heard was 'beautiful face'."
"Whoever you–"
"– Choi Minho –"
"– are, yeah - Choi Minho, you're that kind of annoying man who should probably write a book some hari about Cinta and hardships that teens will orgasm over, and yet will never actually find a wife of his own."
"You assume I'm into women."
"Oh right, I should've known anda might feel intimidated sejak another being that's possibly prettier than you."
"Everything comes back to my looks, huh kid?"
"I don't want to jump." The younger's exclamation sliced another untimely lull into their once heated conversation.
"We established that." The man's voice was softer now.
"Did we?"
"It was subtext."
"No, but I really... don't want to. I've always loved.. this night. Krismas Eve. From the rooftop, everything about this place looks so fucking beautiful, even if anda know at its core, the city's anything but."
"What lovely irony."
Taemin couldn't see the man's smile, but he could hear it in his voice.
Ms. Farogonda asked for the winx to come down to her office. when the winx reached ms. farogonda's office she told them that diana wants to speak wth one of you. she didnt tell me who but she told me to pick two extras. ms. farogonda can i go, bloom asked her. flora will be going along with musa and aisha ms farogonda told them. hmph bloom pouted, can we at least go with them bloom berkata quikly. fine all of anda girls can go and im bringing the specialist. ok stella berkata in a sing song voice. lets go berkata the winx. they met the RF boys outside and went in the owl. winx: WINX BELIEVIX
AT THE amazon
flora: let's get going
aisha: see ya winx
bloom: meet back here in an jam k
ok bloom musa said
( diana appears in front of them)
GUARDS take them away
what??!
(to be continued)
AT THE amazon
flora: let's get going
aisha: see ya winx
bloom: meet back here in an jam k
ok bloom musa said
( diana appears in front of them)
GUARDS take them away
what??!
(to be continued)
Tears,
a combination of helplessness and anger,
a combination of joy and gratitude.
what different meanings it holds!
sometimes of love,
sometimes of hate.
with what different feelings we cry!
but those tears are the same.
they dwell inside the eye,
ready to attack,
the peace of our heart.
to flood the face,
with undoubted Cinta and care,
with undoubted anger and hate,
with undoubted pain and despair.
pain? yes, and despair too!
the breakdown of our heart,
the dawn of the truth,
leading to flood the face,
with our sentiments undoubted.
It’s the color of you
anda always wore it
It’s the color we shared
As we hid from them
With it we showed our true selves,
Though no one cared
Our orange book bags
Were our shields from some of the pain
We protected each other
But it wasn’t enough
We were like two orange crayons
When everyone else was green
Then anda left me alone,
All I had was our color orange
As they hit me
I took peace in knowing
anda were in the orange field in the sky
anda always berkata was there.
The orange of the sun set
Is your smile
Even though anda left too soon
Orange…
Now it’s my color
My way of remembering you
Now I am the lone orange in the rainbow
Without anda here
I protect my own
Though I wish anda were here
Now orange is my color
A color for your bravery
A color for my survival
orange will forever be our color
Even though death took anda away
Forever orange for you,
Sweet Cassidy.
anda always wore it
It’s the color we shared
As we hid from them
With it we showed our true selves,
Though no one cared
Our orange book bags
Were our shields from some of the pain
We protected each other
But it wasn’t enough
We were like two orange crayons
When everyone else was green
Then anda left me alone,
All I had was our color orange
As they hit me
I took peace in knowing
anda were in the orange field in the sky
anda always berkata was there.
The orange of the sun set
Is your smile
Even though anda left too soon
Orange…
Now it’s my color
My way of remembering you
Now I am the lone orange in the rainbow
Without anda here
I protect my own
Though I wish anda were here
Now orange is my color
A color for your bravery
A color for my survival
orange will forever be our color
Even though death took anda away
Forever orange for you,
Sweet Cassidy.
Violently, the ground shook,
As the mountain exhaled black smoke.
Overwhelmed, they ran for cover,
Those left began to choke.
Cherished, were the possessions left behind,
Melted and scattered as ash.
Beloved, the children lost,
They couldn’t make a pantas, swift dash.
Darkened, the cloudy heavens above,
Black clouds fell from the sky.
Covered, the people escaping,
With no way out they began to die.
Lost, the souls of the trapped,
A snatched half-chance at life.
Fallen is Pompeii;
Civilisation, Cinta and it’s people’s cries.
As the mountain exhaled black smoke.
Overwhelmed, they ran for cover,
Those left began to choke.
Cherished, were the possessions left behind,
Melted and scattered as ash.
Beloved, the children lost,
They couldn’t make a pantas, swift dash.
Darkened, the cloudy heavens above,
Black clouds fell from the sky.
Covered, the people escaping,
With no way out they began to die.
Lost, the souls of the trapped,
A snatched half-chance at life.
Fallen is Pompeii;
Civilisation, Cinta and it’s people’s cries.