crimson breaths

the cold wind rustles against the thin tips of his white shirt. the horizon seizes all traces of orange and warmth in the sky, dragging them down to the depths and letting the colours in the sky swirl to an impending mess of inky blue. luhan breathes in the harsh air, letting its icy fingers overpower his entire being as the dim twilight casts a lethargic veil over his gaunt face.

luhan tries to ignore the mocking rays of the bustling world below. he tries to forget that contemptuous (and familiar) ring of laughter he sometimes hears straddled between the night sky and his memories. he tries to forget emotions and feelings, early coffee mornings and late night phone calls, messy breaths under blankets and warm whispers between spaces.

but still the colours come, bursting in vivid shades and exorbitant hues without borders or lines to control them. that reminiscent and yet, foreign symphony continues to ring in his ears, clinging to the distant tick tock of a clock tucked in the corner of his mind. and the feelings - no, no matter how hard he tries, they continue to suffocate him, drowning him in a bottomless sea and forcing gallons and gallons of misery down his throat and lungs.

is this what they call too much?

there is a moment of still silence before a sharp tip comes crashing against the pale flimsy barrier of luhan's skin. a strangled cry escapes from his lips but it dissolves into nothingness. a northerly gale howls at his ears, screaming throaty words in static that crumble with every drop of salty red beads. he shudders.

and a brand new feeling conquers him. he feels rejuvenated, reincarnated, reborn.

no longer does luhan walk on top of the glass shards of his memories. the bloodied cracks against his pale skin exhales and inhales with vigorous determination - as if blowing out the desperate and sickening remnants of his past life.

he lets those carvings shrivel, he lets them weep - because it’s the only way he can ever feel like breathing again.

a/n I'm deleting all fandom related things, but i'm going to keep this one and fallen ardor later on in this blog because they're my favourites