He Was My Moon- MINSUNG - Chapter 12: Chapter 12

Jisung walked slowly, his steps heavy and broken, leading him to the beach. His heart ached with each step, but he couldn't stop. He knew-he just knew-that Minho would be there, waiting for him like always. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore filled his ears, but it did nothing to drown out the emptiness inside him. He kept walking, his eyes scanning the horizon, hoping, longing, for the familiar figure he had lost.
Jisung stopped at the edge of the water, his eyes fixed on the vast ocean that stretched out before him. The waves gently crashed against the shore, their sound hauntingly familiar. He could almost hear the echoes of laughter-the memories of him and Minho, side by side, swimming together under the sun. The feeling of warmth, of love, felt so distant now, swallowed by the endless sea.
He took a deep, shaky breath, the air salty and cold as it hit his lungs. His chest tightened, the weight of the loss crashing over him like the waves before him. But he couldn't stop. His feet moved, almost without his consent, as he stepped into the cold water, feeling it crawl up his legs, seeping into his shoes. Each step felt like a moment further from reality, from the life he once knew. The ocean, once a place of joy and shared moments, now felt like the only place where he might find a shred of the peace he desperately needed.
"Minho?" His voice broke through the stillness, barely a whisper, lost against the crashing waves. He kept walking deeper, the water now reaching his waist, biting at his skin. His hands trembled as he extended them forward, hoping, wishing, that he might somehow feel Minho's touch again. "Minho?" he called again, a quiet desperation in his voice. He stared into the vast expanse, hoping for an answer that never came.
The ocean felt colder now, a reminder of how empty everything had become. His heart ached with the weight of his grief, and the world around him seemed so distant, as though he was the only person left. He wanted to believe that somewhere, out there, Minho was still with him, that this was all some terrible dream he'd wake up from. But the waves only answered with silence.
Tears welled in his eyes, the salt from the ocean mixing with the salt from his own sorrow. Still, he didn't stop, his feet dragging him further into the water, as though searching for something he couldn't explain. A part of him, deep down, wanted to believe that Minho was out there, waiting for him to find him-waiting to hold him like he used to.
But all he could hear was the roar of the ocean, a constant reminder that no matter how far he went, Minho would never be there to answer.
Jisung kept walking, each step pulling him further into the depths of the ocean, the water now up to his chest. He held in a shaky breath, his heart pounding in his ears. The coldness of the water numbed his skin, but the pain in his chest-aching, constant-was unbearable. He was walking into the ocean, hoping it would swallow him whole, that the water might somehow take away the weight of the grief that threatened to crush him.
"Minho?" His voice broke again, soft, fragile. He didn't expect an answer, but the words slipped from his lips anyway, like a plea to the universe. He took another step forward, deeper into the water, his mind in a haze, the sound of the waves blending with the beating of his heart.
As he waded further, the water rose, tugging at him as if trying to pull him in, drown him. His chest was tight, his breath shallow as the water enveloped him. His legs moved on their own, pushing him deeper into the unknown, beyond his understanding.
The coldness reached his chin, and he held his breath, staring out into the vast, endless ocean. His mind raced, thoughts swirling like the waves around him. And then, through the blur of his tears and the hazy fog of his grief, he saw it.
A figure in the distance.
His heart leapt in his chest, a spark of hope igniting within him. It couldn't be-could it? His breath hitched, and he froze for a moment, staring out. The water around him seemed to still, the noise of the waves growing faint. There, standing before him, in the deep blue of the ocean, was Minho.
His Minho.
Jisung's heart clenched, and his eyes filled with tears. He could barely believe it, but the image in front of him was too real to ignore. Minho stood there, his hair floating around him like a halo, his eyes soft and loving, as if waiting for Jisung to reach him. The moment was almost too perfect, too surreal. Jisung's pulse raced as he took another shaky step forward, his legs weak beneath him, unsure whether this was real or if he was losing his mind.
"Minho..." he whispered, his voice trembling, his heart full of longing. The ocean felt still, as if everything had paused, giving him a moment to breathe, to take it all in. He reached out, his arms desperate to close the distance, but the water pulled at him, as though trying to keep them apart. Yet, Minho's figure remained, unwavering.
With every inch Jisung swam forward, the water became heavier, more suffocating, but he couldn't stop. He had to reach him. He needed to.
His eyes locked with Minho's, and for a split second, everything felt right again. The emptiness that had filled him since Minho's passing seemed to dissipate, replaced by the familiar warmth of Minho's gaze. Jisung's heart soared, a part of him believing, finally believing, that Minho wasn't truly gone.
He stretched out his hand, and Minho's lips curved into a gentle, familiar smile.
"Minho..." Jisung breathed, his heart about to burst.
But just as his fingers reached out, the water pulled him under. It was as though the ocean itself had decided that this was the end of the dream, dragging him into its depths. The image of Minho began to blur, fading just as quickly as it had appeared, leaving Jisung gasping for breath, his heart screaming in agony.
"No!" he cried, but it was too late. The cold water swallowed him whole, and the figure of Minho disappeared into the waves.