He Was My Moon- MINSUNG - Chapter 13: Chapter 13
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Jisung stared out at the empty ocean, his heart aching with the need to find Minho, to bring him back. Without thinking, he plunged beneath the surface, desperate to find him, to feel his warmth again. The water stung his skin, but he didn't care. He needed him.
Through the murky depths, he saw it-a faint light in the distance. His breath hitched. Minho?
Without hesitation, he swam toward it, the weight of his grief pushing him further, deeper into the cold, dark water.
Jisung's heart fluttered as he saw Minho again, his figure emerging through the darkness. A soft smile tugged at his lips as he swam closer, reaching out, his hand trembling with hope.
Minho... he was here.
Jisung swam deeper and deeper, drawn to him, feeling the cold water wash over him as he got closer. His hand stretched out, his breath growing shallow, desperate to close the distance between them.
Jisung swam until he finally reached Minho, his heart pounding with a mixture of relief and sorrow. As soon as he was close enough, Minho pulled him into a tight embrace, and Jisung's tears mingled with the saltwater.
"My love," Minho whispered, his voice soft and warm, like it always used to be. Jisung smiled through his tears, wrapping his arms around him, holding him tighter, as though he could make sure this moment would never end.
For the first time in what felt like forever, Jisung felt at peace. There was no pain here, no loneliness. Just Minho. Just the warmth of his arms, the comfort of being held by the one person who truly understood him.
He was finally with him again.
Minho pulled Jisung along, his smile never fading, the same smile that had always made Jisung's heart race. Jisung followed, feeling an odd sense of calm washing over him as they moved together, the world around them becoming a blur. His chest no longer hurt, the weight of the last few weeks lifting with each step he took in Minho's direction.
The water around him seemed to fade, the cold, suffocating pressure of reality slipping away. His limbs grew heavier, but he didn't fight it. Instead, he smiled, his heart swelling with love for the man he had lost, the man he had finally found again. He reached out for Minho's hand, his body still but willing, following Minho's lead deeper into the glowing light that seemed to call to him, like the warmth of home.
Jisung's breath slowed, his body growing weaker as he let go, surrendering to the embrace of the light that wrapped around them both. "I'm with you, Minho," he whispered, his voice barely audible, as they drifted further into the soft, peaceful glow.
Jisung's heart beat slower with every passing moment, each breath becoming harder to take, until he could no longer feel the weight of his own body. The suffocating grief that had clung to him for so long had finally loosened its grip, and in its place, an overwhelming sense of peace settled over him. He felt light, like he was floating, no longer bound by the pain he had carried for so long.
Minho's hand was still in his, warm and steady, just as it always had been. The world around them was dim, but the light that surrounded them felt like a soft embrace, a promise of something beyond, something that would heal the wounds they both had carried.
Jisung felt the tears that had never stopped falling, even in his final moments, begin to dry. The emptiness that had consumed him was now replaced with something else-something he had longed for but never thought he would have again: love. Minho was here, holding him close, and nothing else mattered anymore.
As they walked together, hand in hand, Jisung finally felt the weight of the world slip away, the pain from the loss of his love melting into the background of this serene, timeless place. There was no more hurt, no more sorrow-just the quiet peace of being with the one person who had made him feel whole.
He leaned into Minho, closing his eyes as the warmth of his touch surrounded him. It was all he had ever wanted. He had lost everything, but in the end, he found his way back to where he belonged. With Minho. Together, forever.
And as they walked deeper into the soft light, Jisung's last breath was not of pain or regret, but of quiet surrender. He was home. He was with Minho. And that was enough.
Minho laughed, his voice echoing in the stillness of the afterlife, as he ran ahead, his hand pulling Jisung along. Jisung's heart ached, but there was a bittersweet happiness that filled the cracks where grief used to live. He followed Minho, laughing through his tears, the pain in his chest slowly dissolving with each step.
As they approached the gates of heaven, Minho turned to him with that same smile Jisung had once lived for. "Come on," Minho whispered, "we're home."
Jisung giggled, breathless but alive with the love he thought he had lost forever. He had found his moon again, his reason to breathe, to run, to smile. Together, they crossed the threshold, and Jisung knew, in that moment, he was finally at peace.
He had been lost without Minho, but now-finally-he was found.
Through the murky depths, he saw it-a faint light in the distance. His breath hitched. Minho?
Without hesitation, he swam toward it, the weight of his grief pushing him further, deeper into the cold, dark water.
Jisung's heart fluttered as he saw Minho again, his figure emerging through the darkness. A soft smile tugged at his lips as he swam closer, reaching out, his hand trembling with hope.
Minho... he was here.
Jisung swam deeper and deeper, drawn to him, feeling the cold water wash over him as he got closer. His hand stretched out, his breath growing shallow, desperate to close the distance between them.
Jisung swam until he finally reached Minho, his heart pounding with a mixture of relief and sorrow. As soon as he was close enough, Minho pulled him into a tight embrace, and Jisung's tears mingled with the saltwater.
"My love," Minho whispered, his voice soft and warm, like it always used to be. Jisung smiled through his tears, wrapping his arms around him, holding him tighter, as though he could make sure this moment would never end.
For the first time in what felt like forever, Jisung felt at peace. There was no pain here, no loneliness. Just Minho. Just the warmth of his arms, the comfort of being held by the one person who truly understood him.
He was finally with him again.
Minho pulled Jisung along, his smile never fading, the same smile that had always made Jisung's heart race. Jisung followed, feeling an odd sense of calm washing over him as they moved together, the world around them becoming a blur. His chest no longer hurt, the weight of the last few weeks lifting with each step he took in Minho's direction.
The water around him seemed to fade, the cold, suffocating pressure of reality slipping away. His limbs grew heavier, but he didn't fight it. Instead, he smiled, his heart swelling with love for the man he had lost, the man he had finally found again. He reached out for Minho's hand, his body still but willing, following Minho's lead deeper into the glowing light that seemed to call to him, like the warmth of home.
Jisung's breath slowed, his body growing weaker as he let go, surrendering to the embrace of the light that wrapped around them both. "I'm with you, Minho," he whispered, his voice barely audible, as they drifted further into the soft, peaceful glow.
Jisung's heart beat slower with every passing moment, each breath becoming harder to take, until he could no longer feel the weight of his own body. The suffocating grief that had clung to him for so long had finally loosened its grip, and in its place, an overwhelming sense of peace settled over him. He felt light, like he was floating, no longer bound by the pain he had carried for so long.
Minho's hand was still in his, warm and steady, just as it always had been. The world around them was dim, but the light that surrounded them felt like a soft embrace, a promise of something beyond, something that would heal the wounds they both had carried.
Jisung felt the tears that had never stopped falling, even in his final moments, begin to dry. The emptiness that had consumed him was now replaced with something else-something he had longed for but never thought he would have again: love. Minho was here, holding him close, and nothing else mattered anymore.
As they walked together, hand in hand, Jisung finally felt the weight of the world slip away, the pain from the loss of his love melting into the background of this serene, timeless place. There was no more hurt, no more sorrow-just the quiet peace of being with the one person who had made him feel whole.
He leaned into Minho, closing his eyes as the warmth of his touch surrounded him. It was all he had ever wanted. He had lost everything, but in the end, he found his way back to where he belonged. With Minho. Together, forever.
And as they walked deeper into the soft light, Jisung's last breath was not of pain or regret, but of quiet surrender. He was home. He was with Minho. And that was enough.
Minho laughed, his voice echoing in the stillness of the afterlife, as he ran ahead, his hand pulling Jisung along. Jisung's heart ached, but there was a bittersweet happiness that filled the cracks where grief used to live. He followed Minho, laughing through his tears, the pain in his chest slowly dissolving with each step.
As they approached the gates of heaven, Minho turned to him with that same smile Jisung had once lived for. "Come on," Minho whispered, "we're home."
Jisung giggled, breathless but alive with the love he thought he had lost forever. He had found his moon again, his reason to breathe, to run, to smile. Together, they crossed the threshold, and Jisung knew, in that moment, he was finally at peace.
He had been lost without Minho, but now-finally-he was found.
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