B e a u t i f u l S t r a n g e r
Sunny day. Cloudy day. It didn't matter, Oh Sehun was always outside, his drawing book and pencil in his hands. He spent all of his days sitting on a bench, not too far from where he lived. People passed by, but nothing interesting enough to catch his attention. Sometimes, he simply sat there, staring at a blank page. He could even spend hours not moving, actually making people worry. He was normal, he was. He wasn't different from others, he thought. He simply found himself enjoying the cold breeze that brushed against his pale, white skin. He could relax more easily when he was outside, out in the sun, out in the rain. Staying at home was never an option.
So many familiar faces kept passing by, but Sehun didn't waste his time looking at them. Instead, he stared at his sheet, completely white sheet. He had not drawn anything on it yet. Nothing inspired him enough to do so. So he simply sat there, waiting for the day to end.
If he got lucky, which is something that rarely happened, he would draw. For hours, without being able to stop, he would draw in his book. Sometimes, nature was beautiful enough for him to take his time, drawing it. Sometimes, he simply sat there, seeing people walking past him, hand in hand. His heart didn't hurt, no. Even if he was single, Sehun didn't feel the need to cry because he had never experienced love.
He always had an emotionless facade on. His smile? No one ever saw it. Yes, he was normal, just like everyone else. But he was normal in a different way, that's all.
Leaves were falling from the trees, making the ground look as if it was a huge fire, burning in front of his eyes. It was autumn and Sehun was still sitting on the same bench, staring at a blank page. Why was he doing that? No one knew, no one would probably ever know.
Lifting his head to see if anything would be good enough for him to draw, something, or in other words, someone, caught his attention. Precious. Fragile. Innocent. A boy was walking a few feets away from him, slowly. Sehun's eyes widened. For the first time in his life, his expression changed. With the pencil in his hand, he started drawing. Glancing up at the stranger, the beautiful stranger. He wasn't able to stop. It felt like if something unfamiliar was starting to grow inside of him. Was this his heart he was feeling? Was this his head that started turning? Were his hands shaking? His legs as well?
A portrait, he drew a portrait of the boy that had stopped walking. He was now sitting on another bench, in front of Sehun. Should he try to make a move, anything? Of course not.
Days passed by. Faces appeared and disappeared in Sehun's mind. But one familiar face kept coming back, leaving him breathless everytime. Was it normal to feel his heart beat faster whenever he saw that boy? Was it normal for him to keep drawing his portrait whenever he saw him? An obsession, was he obsessed with the stranger?
Strange. I barely know you, but yet I feel deeply connected to you. Crave. I never had you, but yet I feel so lonely without you. Beautiful Stranger. Safe. I barely know you, but yet I feel secure when I'm with you. Strange. I don't even know you, but yet I feel so strong and bold when I'm with you. Beautiful Stranger. My Beautiful stranger.
The boy's face kept coming back inside of Sehun's head. All the time. He only thought about him, about his big, round, doe eyes. He kept thinking about his lips, who seemed so soft, so delicate. The way he smiled, every day, whenever he saw Sehun sitting in front of him. He kept thinking of that one person, over and over again. Was it something he shouldn't be doing? He didn't care, not at all. Was he in love? People often talked about love at first sight. But he never believed in it. He found it stupid. Was he stupid now, since he felt like if he was falling for a complete stranger?
His name was Luhan. He introduced himself. On a rainy day, he came, he sat next to Sehun, and he introduced himself. There was nothing else to say about it. He was definitely the epitome of perfection.
Drawing, drawing and drawing again. Sehun's walls were almost covered with the boy's face. Everywhere, even in his head, in his heart, he saw Luhan.
I know it sounds a little strange. But it will never be the same. It's like being locked up in a cage. It will never be the same. Nothing's lost but I feel shamed. And there ain't no one here to blame. Well, do you even know my name. I was right there when you came. It will never be the same.
Unfortunately, he didn't answer that day. He didn't say what his name was, which made the other leave.
Days continued to pass by, leaving Sehun's heart falling into pieces. Slowly, it was falling apart. He didn't get the chance to see Luhan again. Was it all over yet? Should he maybe, pick up the pieces and put them all back together, so that he could be able to feel his heart beat again?
Being mute was a problem. Being different was a problem also. Sehun didn't get the chance to introduce himself, not knowing how to do it. Luhan didn't know his name, because he hadn't been able to say it. He hadn't been able to talk. Should he blame himself for losing the one he loved? Should he feel weird for loving someone he didn't even know?
The drawings were the only thing that kept Sehun's heart together. Even though it was only holding because of a few, little pieces. He still managed to feel it beating, sometimes. It didn't happen often, but when it did, it was because of Luhan. Because of his smile. Because of the beautiful stranger who had once, changed his life without even knowing it.
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