That wide window is full
I saw you.
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Special edition. She was like Cinderella.
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Taehyung was probably a child who grew up feeling intimidated, sick and frightened by his older brother. Now in his late teens, Taehyung enjoyed looking out the large window in his room. Outside, things far more free-spirited than he, frail and confined to his bed, would often fly by. That large window always showed Taehyung only beautiful things.
"excuse me..."
“Yes, my lord.”
“Who is that kid?”
“..She’s probably the new shepherdess. Did you enjoy your meal today?”
"yes..."
Freely flying through the sky, busy chasing only those sharing the sunlight, Taehyung's eyes caught a glimpse of a girl. Whiter than pure white wool, she looked like a flower no matter what she wore or did. She must have been the heroine. The day he saw her, visible through the black bangs covering her eyes, Taehyung cut his hair.
“You cut your hair?”
"..yes."
“That suits you better. Get it cut and go.”
“Yes... that guy.”
“Yeah, why.”
“..I want to go back to class. I don’t want to just lie in bed.”
“.....”
The hand that had been absentmindedly slicing the knife stopped. Seha looked at Taehyung for a moment, as if he were crazy. "You know I'm sensitive to your health, hyung. Normally, I would have backed off, but Taehyung had no intention of doing that."
"I feel like I'm getting weaker just sitting in bed. I need to breathe some fresh air... I want to live, hyung."
His trembling voice was weak, yet firm. Taehan, who had been quietly observing his youngest brother, gently touched Taehyung's hair. His hair was definitely short. Wouldn't it be better to let go of his brother, who had chosen to stay in bed out of fear of the world? Taehyung, who flinched as if he'd been slapped, opened his eyes slightly.
"Let's do that. Don't push yourself too hard. If you fall again, you'll get in trouble."
"yes...!"
“Eat.”
Taehyung slowly rose from bed. He had previously been wearing only white pajamas, but he rummaged through Seha's closet to dress up in a pretty outfit. His face, once pale from lack of sunlight, brightened. Even though studying was a burden, he never put down his pencil, and the pain in his chest prevented him from falling asleep early. His feet descended the bed, taking each step.
“Taehyung. How are you feeling today?”
"it's okay."
“...Let's go for an outdoor class. There's so much to learn outside the home.”
"yes...!!"
In the still chilly weather, Seha wrapped Taehyung in a tight cloak. Taehyung, too, seemed excited in many ways. It was amazing to see her up close, like a single flower on a hill. Isn't it fantastic?
“Freesia is a flower. This is a lisianthus.”
“What a pretty flower...”
“The flower language is even more beautiful. Your future, unchanging love.”
Taehyung asked the gardener's permission and picked a freesia and a lisianthus. "May you have a bright future, and the blessings of unchanging love." Taehyung clutched the two flowers tightly, his mind focused solely on the garden. He imagined, with a happy air, that perhaps the flowers were also watching him.
“Cough! Huh...”
With Taehyung attending outdoor classes almost every day, it was only natural that his condition would gradually deteriorate. Ultimately, they reduced the number of outdoor classes and continued to administer medication, but the deterioration couldn't be stopped. Taehyung's frequent sneaking out was the culprit.
“Hey lady..!”
“Taehyung! You came again today?”
I must have known this myself. Climbing the steep hill every day was impossible. My heart, aching with each climb, was desperately trying to convince Taehyung. "Don't overdo it. It'll hurt."
“The sky is clear, isn’t it?”
“...Yeah. It’s pretty.”
The sky, now soaring high, didn't pay as much attention. The night after meeting the flowers in the garden, Taehyung was about to fall asleep, watching her sing in the garden. Pain overtook him. He curled up in agony, chest pain agonizing, but couldn't complain. If he knew I was in pain every night, he'd probably skip class. The rainy season had been pouring down every day, and now a rainbow was finally appearing, and he didn't want to go back to bed.
“You couldn’t sleep? Should I call the doctor?”
"are you okay."
He hadn't slept much for days. He woke up, his eyes pressed against his fingertips, looking tired. His white, flowing pajamas, with their creases, made him look even more attractive. The agony of the previous night had forced him to cancel classes and he was barely able to eat a few spoonfuls of porridge when Taehan, his eldest brother whom Taehyung was afraid of, came to his room.
"...brother."
“I heard class was canceled. Are you sick?”
“No, it doesn’t hurt much.”
"really?"
“....”
“I heard you were in a lot of pain last night.”
“...”
Crack-
Where did you keep lying? Taehyung, who had been slapped in the face in an instant, bit his lip for a moment without his brother knowing, then slowly got up from the bed. Ever since he was little, he hated Taehan for always being scary. It must have been all for Taehyung, but he could only teach Taehyung hurt.
“Ah..”
“I brought you some medicine, my lord. Please lie down.”
“I don’t want to change it. It’s okay.”
The chest pain subsided with strong medicine, but Taehyung suffered from the stinging pain in his thighs all night. Seeing the maid bring the medicine, it seemed the rumor had already spread throughout the spacious mansion. Frowning, Taehyung sat up and looked up at the brightly rising sun. Tonight was the night he wanted to spend the night stargazing with her. The stars never helped me in the dark of night, no matter how much I prayed for them, but still, she loved them.
“Huh... ah,”
The bulging hill that day and that night. The unusually bright meteor must have been a small boy's struggle to escape the fear of being thrown back into bed. Taehyung, realizing too late that climbing the hill had become unusually arduous, looked up at the sky. He took in the last falling meteor before collapsing over the hill.
Was that dazzlingly bright meteor a comet?
If so, I feel guilty that I couldn't watch the shooting star together.
Can I take it off?
.
.
It was a boy's dying wish_