Gone too soon.
Jongin watched as her friends touch her for the last time, she was such a beauty, he thought as he observe her from afar. She was the kind of beautiful that any guy would kneel just to have her, and beautiful enough for the girls to either love or hate her. She was beautiful, and her body was a gift from god.
She was born like that, he remembered. They were friends(or so he assumed) on 3rd grade when he still had his shining braces and a thick eyeglasses on. Jongin doesnโt know if she can still remember, but he was one of the bullied kids she saved on the first day of class, she would often reach out her hand to help him get up, smiles reassuringly, and little Jongin would feel weird little butterflies inside his stomach.
Again, she was beautiful, every time she walked passed him his breath hitched, suddenly conscious of how he look or how he stood. She was stunning, too close to perfection that a boy like him doesnโt even have the right to dream of having her, but he did, anyway. She had a very good family background, raised by wealthy parents, her older sister is a very smart doctor, and her older brother is her parallel. Many would envy such a good genes running through their blood.
She was born with a silver spoon in her mouth, and yet she was very independent. She was a smart girl. Her IQ was almost near to Einsteinโs, yet her heart was as soft as the marshmallow that Jongin liked, and teachers loved her for that.
Everything about her was so lovely, he tried to remember. Jongin took a deep breath, trying to erase the pain heโs feeling and walked towards her. She was so perfect, he thought as he felt the cold stone of her grave in his hand.
And yet she was gone too soon.
reblogging something i made a year ago hahaha
