The lake of the dragonflies. [seongjoong, ateez]

Little Life.

And the thin windows let all the cold in,
and the heat of our breaths translated to mist,
and our frosting fingertips touched in search of heat,
and I could hear your beating heart through the silence.

It was enough, it was us, you and me alone.

When you said "Come chill at mine," and I got up from my dusty couch to go to yours, then I left my cold apartment and went to yours.

We shared the left over pasta you made yesterday for dinner, the same we always made with the three ingredients you only had.
The tuna you stole, the tomato sauce we crafted, the pasta in the boiling water with a pinch of salt.

We watched shows on our charging phones, you let me take a shower and gifted me a shampoo bottle. And I cried to that scene we've seen a million times.

Then we slept, and in the morning I waited for you to get back from work, and in the afternoon you waited for me to get off work. And when I came back with my shoes dirty from the snow, wetting the entrance, you came to my rescue with that thick blanket we saved to buy last year and wrapped me as soon as I took off my jacket.

And I felt your cold hands again, while you touched my frozen nose.

And the thin windows let all the cold in,
and the heat of our breaths translated to mist,
and our frosting fingertips touched in search of heat,
and I could hear your beating heart through the silence.

But it all was okay, because we were cold, but we were cold together, in our little lifes, where we asked for no more.