you were alone in the art room, painting. i hid the flowers behind my back as i stepped closer to look at your canvas, and saw that you were painting autumn leaves.
"jimin, why are you here again?"
i realised that we were closely connected by autumn. i was the falling leaf, falling deeply for you but you were the tree that shed me.
"it's beautiful."
the way you painted — each colours complimented one another and created a breathtaking shade of hue.
i loved it.
you seemed taken aback and muffled words that i couldn't hear, but i found you so adorable that i wished my eyes were a camera, so that i could capture this moment and keep it forever.
but then i remembered, there was no forever.
extending my hands in front of you, i held onto the flowers tightly, and again looking down.
i was afraid of rejection but i still wanted to try. i wanted to see how much limit i had, and i myself was surprised i went this far.
"please stop doing this."
and when i looked up, you were gone, but your drawing was still there, and i could see every little detail drawn on the canvas.
like the autumn sky, it's empty between us.
i wanted to give you crocus.
