Nightscape

Epilogue : Nightscape

A night of Summer. A rural town devoured in the pits of pitch-black darkness. Empty, nearly deserted.

"Miss, are you alright?"
"What are you doing out this late?"

A man in his mid-twenties. A wounded woman in his arms. The night was frighteningly quiet, ghastly.

And it changed his life for good.

Waves of confusion. Win of moralities. A feeling of concern, care, sympathy.

"You're the one I've met on the streets?"
"Yes, I'm the one you met last night, Hoshi."

A search for reliance, warmth, and assurance; even the hardest of spirits tend to break down sometimes.

"D-don't go. Please don't let go"
"I'm right here."

Simultaneous acts of care, affection; and birth of a thousand different emotions of love.

"May I call you by your name?"
"Yes."

A hopeless astrophile. A hopeless selenophile. Both are in love with the night sky.

"Do you know what Hoshi means?"
"What?"
"Star."

Departure? It was inevitable.

"Farewell, Doc."
"Wait! You can't leave like this."

But the parting couldn't bury the feelings growing inside.

"Come again?"
"I missed you, doc."

The warmth lingered in his arms, her whole existence cried for it.

"Y/N what-what are you-?"
"Please, let me stay like this-"

And that was enough to fall-

"I'm in love with you, Y/N."
"Took you long enough!"
"Do you- do you feel the same?"
"I do, for as long as I've known you"

The so-called butterflies never stopped flapping their wings-

"I hope she doesn't mind."
"I hope he doesn't stop."

Leading to a promise of making their eternity.

"If I talked about forever, would it be inappropriate?"
"At this point, I don't think so."

But nothing lasts forever. Even if hearts don't, the situations can change.

"Don't say it-"
"Joon, Let's break up."

But the long lasting thing, the thing that had never once faded since the start of human civilization- is the abstract emotion called love; that comes back over and over; and can't be dilapidated. It can die and be born anew over and over- it comes back every time even if you let it go.

"You have never once escaped my heart, Y/N. I love you. I've always did."

"Took you long enough. I love you, Namjoon."

Beauty? Loveliness? Contentment? A long wait for something uncertain? Going through a living hell just for a little piece of heaven?

It's called love.

Love is the yearning to have a small glimpse of that desired face through heavy curtains of restrictions and prohibition. Love is not always physical; not the flow of hormones through heated blood, the excitement generated from lust; it's the feeling, of being enveloped by peace and relaxation in the presence- of loved ones.