200 years back in time,
The clock is ticking and time is running,
But my heart stopped beating when I saw you for the first time.
"Who is he?"
"King Taehyung of Mahiron"
And that's when their love clock struck midnight.
A royal tale unlike any other...
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it's been a long time my King
I've realized it's already autumn again, autumn came suddenly, it came when I realized my summer is gone forever
It was beautiful, a light breeze of the past,
it smelled like those endless late summer nights, it was soft and warm but equally strong at the same time.
It held many memories within while blowing but at the end the breeze still left me alone in these cold autumn nights.
The light breeze blew me with him, as if those late summer nights have returned, those nights which will never return again, those nights of laughter ringing in my ear, deep in the world of dreams, laying on a soaked pillow of tears.
However, it was warm, it kept me warm and made me forget the upcoming autumn nights.
It was worth it, the days were worth these nights
How should I spend another season without you? How can I fill my heart with memories of every upcoming season if it's already filled with you?
These tears won't dry if you don't blow again and let the spark ignite inside me, Y You blew, kept me warm but forgot yourself in the cold.
How could I leave you and take this warmth from you? I'm tired, my feet are tired
I want to sleep through four autmn seasons
I don't regret anything, I'm just not there anymore
I will never forget this last light breeze of our memories, I promise I will keep this warmth within me,
even if a cold snow storm passes by I will stay the warmest
Because I was able to feel and witness your warmth for a last time, I will carry it through every season, through every storm and every lifetime.
Thank you and I will forever miss you, with every season and in every late summer nights dream.
~
I was staring at the steam of the hot cup of tea I was holding in my hands, watching the dawn rise upon the horizon behind mountains.
The trees were still wet from the heavy storm of last night, the weather was still foggy and the short night gown Jennie burrowed me wasn't making it any better.
I took a deep breath, breathing in the fresh morning air yet my breath was shaking and the sweat was resting on my forehead as I rewinded last nights memories over and over again in my head.
He is here, he is breathing, his heart is beating, his eyes are open. He is sleeping in the same house I couldn't fall asleep, the doors to the dreamland were kept shut along with the yearn to dream you again.
