He Was My Moon- MINSUNG - Chapter 11: Chapter 11
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Jisung clutched Minho's shirt tightly, his tears staining the fabric as he curled into it on the bed. The scent of Minho, the warmth of his shirt, it all felt so painfully familiar.
"My love," he whispered through broken sobs, the words feeling like a fragile prayer. His chest heaved with each painful cry as he clung to the last piece of Minho he could hold onto. The room felt emptier than ever, the silence echoing louder than any words could.
Jisung knew he didn't want to live anymore. He couldn't, not in a world without Minho. With a sad, broken sigh, he finally stood up. His legs trembled beneath him, weak from not moving in two weeks. He glanced at Minho's cats one last time, his heart aching as he whispered, "He was my moon."
The cats simply stared back at him with their confused, unblinking eyes, unaware of the pain that consumed him.
Jisung walked out of the apartment, his steps shaky but determined. He needed to see Minho. He had to see him, as if by some miracle, he could bring him back. Every step he took felt like the weight of the world was pushing him down, but the need to see his love again kept him moving.
Felix smiled softly, placing a flower gently on Jisung's grave. His husband stood beside him, a sad smile on his face as he looked down at Minho's resting place.
"I bet he's happy now," Felix whispered, his hand resting softly on Jisung's grave. Changbin nodded, his eyes tracing the name carved into Minho's stone.
"Nothing could break them apart..." Felix looked at him with grieving eyes, his voice barely a whisper. "Not even death."
Changbin nodded, sitting down beside Minho's grave, resting his head gently on top of it. "They were always meant to be together," he whispered, his voice heavy with emotion. Felix's hand trembled as he traced the picture of Jisung's smiling face on his grave. "I fucking miss you, dumbass. You should have stayed!" he cried, his voice breaking, and Changbin looked at him with tears in his eyes.
"He wouldn't have been the same... Minho was his moon," Changbin whispered softly, his words a painful reminder of the love they'd shared. Felix choked on his sobs, his body shaking with grief. "I want them back!" he cried out, his pain raw and unbearable.
Changbin smiled sadly, his eyes lingering on Minho's gravestone. His hand reached down, carefully picking up one of the framed pictures resting there. It was of Minho kissing Jisung, their faces filled with love, flowers tucked in their hair. Changbin traced his thumb across the photo, a bittersweet smile spreading across his face. "They're together now, and that's what they both wanted."
The night began to settle, a quiet calm wrapping around the two grieving friends as they gazed up at the stars. Felix, his head resting gently on Jisung's gravestone, whispered, "I feel them."
Changbin, still resting his head on Minho's grave, sighed deeply, his eyes fixed on the stars above. "They never left, love," he replied softly, his voice full of the certainty that only grief could bring. The stars twinkled as if in agreement, shining down on them like the love that had never faded.
"My love," he whispered through broken sobs, the words feeling like a fragile prayer. His chest heaved with each painful cry as he clung to the last piece of Minho he could hold onto. The room felt emptier than ever, the silence echoing louder than any words could.
Jisung knew he didn't want to live anymore. He couldn't, not in a world without Minho. With a sad, broken sigh, he finally stood up. His legs trembled beneath him, weak from not moving in two weeks. He glanced at Minho's cats one last time, his heart aching as he whispered, "He was my moon."
The cats simply stared back at him with their confused, unblinking eyes, unaware of the pain that consumed him.
Jisung walked out of the apartment, his steps shaky but determined. He needed to see Minho. He had to see him, as if by some miracle, he could bring him back. Every step he took felt like the weight of the world was pushing him down, but the need to see his love again kept him moving.
Felix smiled softly, placing a flower gently on Jisung's grave. His husband stood beside him, a sad smile on his face as he looked down at Minho's resting place.
"I bet he's happy now," Felix whispered, his hand resting softly on Jisung's grave. Changbin nodded, his eyes tracing the name carved into Minho's stone.
"Nothing could break them apart..." Felix looked at him with grieving eyes, his voice barely a whisper. "Not even death."
Changbin nodded, sitting down beside Minho's grave, resting his head gently on top of it. "They were always meant to be together," he whispered, his voice heavy with emotion. Felix's hand trembled as he traced the picture of Jisung's smiling face on his grave. "I fucking miss you, dumbass. You should have stayed!" he cried, his voice breaking, and Changbin looked at him with tears in his eyes.
"He wouldn't have been the same... Minho was his moon," Changbin whispered softly, his words a painful reminder of the love they'd shared. Felix choked on his sobs, his body shaking with grief. "I want them back!" he cried out, his pain raw and unbearable.
Changbin smiled sadly, his eyes lingering on Minho's gravestone. His hand reached down, carefully picking up one of the framed pictures resting there. It was of Minho kissing Jisung, their faces filled with love, flowers tucked in their hair. Changbin traced his thumb across the photo, a bittersweet smile spreading across his face. "They're together now, and that's what they both wanted."
The night began to settle, a quiet calm wrapping around the two grieving friends as they gazed up at the stars. Felix, his head resting gently on Jisung's gravestone, whispered, "I feel them."
Changbin, still resting his head on Minho's grave, sighed deeply, his eyes fixed on the stars above. "They never left, love," he replied softly, his voice full of the certainty that only grief could bring. The stars twinkled as if in agreement, shining down on them like the love that had never faded.
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