we are only haunted by the things we refuse to accept

by LikeAPanda

Summary:

The train station was his home. An audacious statement for someone who had no home at all. But when time came, he wasn’t allowed to leave. So he stayed. And it wasn’t like anyone would bother, really. Because no one ever set a foot onto the rusty floor of the abandoned train station. So he set his feet onto it and made sure they stayed there. And it never really bothered anyone. Because it wasn’t like anyone would actually go there voluntarily. Because it was a dead end, and everyone knew. And he also knew. But he stayed there nonetheless. Because the wind swept his hair like a train going by.

Notes:

i recommend listening to Piano music while reading this;
i personally listened to Hiraeth by Niklas Ahlstedt;; this piano piece is so so beautiful!!

Chapter 1: A sense of ...

February, 16th

The train station is once again empty.

May, 25th

When Jihoon first stepped onto the creaky panels, his eyes gleamed, filled with tears threatening to never drop. His gaze had freneticly wafted over the board hanging heavily above the platform. The last hope that had glistened inside his droopy eyes left him, letting a new star spark in the sky above. Because the board was as blank as his face, trying to keep his emotions in.

 

May, 26th

There was no hope - and Jihoon knew that. When the numbers fell, indicating that there was again, no train leaving this day. But Jihoon clearly didn’t care. He would probably wait some more time. It seemed like there was no one waiting for him. Nor was there a person, bothering his emptiness with words that had no meaning to them at all.

 

May, 27th

Jihoon never left the spot, three feet away from the end of the platform. His hair bounced, longing after the feeling of wind carrying him away. Away from the brokenness his heart represented, reverberating in the depth of his eyes.

 

May, 28th

Jihoon had looked up, seemingly hearing something. There was nothing.

 

May, 29th

It wasn’t long after the sun rose that Jihoon’s eyelids began to droop. He seemed to battle with himself, his mind not allowing him to rest his eyes. He was probably convinced that there was a train arriving soon. But the board hadn’t shown a single number since his arrival.

 

May, 30th

Jihoon fell asleep.

 

May, 31st

Jihoon stayed asleep.