Ineluctablehere - All We Have Are Our Paper Hearts

A little something for our cold hearts

SOMEDAY I’D LOVE TO KNOW HOW YOU HAVE GROWN SINCE OUR LAST GOODBYE

when sasha alex sloan wrote [i can't be the only one who's lonely tonight][making it look like i want to be here when i'm already gone][this city makes me feel so small][can you love the version of me i don't let anybody else see?][someone who's been there bеfore, caught sneakin' in the same backdoor][i'll give you everything, and now i gotta give you up] [i try and i try, but i'm too sad to cry]['causei really can't get my heart broken tonight][going back home would be a lot better][i bet she'd feel better in her skin][even if i knew we wouldn't walk away friends i'd still do it again][maybe my skin would be thicker if i lived in a house with no mirrors][okay, baby, you'll be okay ][wish i could go back, tell her it's okay][but I guess I gotta start somewhere] i felt seen.

Reply 1988 (2015-2016) dir. Shin Won-ho

I decided to write a story.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF DEATH,MURDER, AND VIOLENCE

Chapter 1- I’m God.

My brother does not have a grave. He now has nobody no no body. All I have now are notes he left in his books and I wished there were many,many yellow notes so I could keep reading his mind.

My brother does not have a grave and I could give him mine. But would he take it ?

My hands were never stained from blood ,not yet. So I’m not a sinner, yet. But I have a gun in my bag. How far will I go without being a sinner?

Mr. Winston's son had a vase in his room. It was an odd placement , with no match to its environment. The vase , bright yellow and golden stripes blinded me every time. But I always spent too much time looking at it. Maybe because I love yellow. Mr. Winston's son had a smile that I never liked -too fake and yet he wins people over,like the lottery.

“You don’t speak much do you ?” His smile falls casually. I nod.

He continues and this time like every single time ,it’s a proposition that rests on the table between us.

He slid the file to me.

Mr.Winston's son wants to kill his father. He wants me to kill his father. I’ve never killed any father and only watched mine die , but to get to this room , that is enough.

Mr.Winston’s son wants me to kill his father and mostly I would have said no. But my brother is dead and I can only blame two - Mr. Winston and God.

So for just a day, I want to play God.

When I agree to his proposal, I see doubt lingering in his eyes. I’ve only lived as long as him but I read people like I’ve been alive for years.

He gifts me a gun and salvation.

I don’t smile as I leave.

Deoksun and Taek from reply 1988 🥰

We might be runners,

Or Chasers or Dreamers,

But we breathe the silent sea like she knows us too well.

Here lies a grave of all my silent pleas.

-@ineluctablehere

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"Then I hear the song and remember that our minds are born out of things we tried to hide"

- Too many pretty lies (@ineluctablehere)