All I Hear is the Wind (EPILOGUE)

Within his little cottage in the middle of nowhere echoed the sounds of boiling water and a cackling fireplace.

"It's been a year, Junri. Are you alright?" A muffled voice calls out. The voice of a friend. He stumbles towards the door, bumping into the edge of a table or two by the hip.

He yanks the door open and it creaks. "I'm alright. What about you?"

Bea's eyes widened, catching a few glances of his house behind him. There was stacks of tables and puddles of suspicious liquid on the tables, bottles and floor. A couple of papers had been crumpled or ripped into shreds, carelessly thrown in a corner that is making itself known as the garbage dump. 

Her gaze lands on the letter in his hand.

"Are you still beating yourself up about that?" She prods gently, following his tired body as he slumps onto his chair.

He doesn't respond. All he knows is that he shouldn't have wished for silence to fill that place after all.

 

"When I heard silence, I heard the wind."

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"Soulmates who receive a vaguely-worded letter. The letter will contain information about a perilous situation that their soulmate will be in; one that will result death if the recipient of the letter does not act." - The Prompt

I hope what little details I left, whether in my words or descriptions, had been conveyed. If not, I hope it will be found as did the wind found him.

All I Hear is the Wind (PT. 3 FINALE)

After reminiscing such a distant past, Jiyu sighed and it was only until now that the reality had finally hit. 

This time, she looked up to what was initially impossible to her: a sky above the clouds.

"I'm sure," She begins, not in a yell nor a whisper, but loud enough for the wind to hear and carry along (she hopes), "You've received the letter." 

She can't tell if the wind is stronger or if it was her body growing weaker by the minute, but, she felt it nudging her forward. A silent nod to tell her that it's finally time. 

"I really hope you'll find another, maybe, they would be more fitting for you." She takes a step forward.

All you can see is the clouds as the wind howls.

All I Hear is the Wind (PT. 2)

It was one of those weeks where Junri was visiting the Forest but it was the first, of the many months, where tension had begun to intensify.

Junri's gaze barely trailed over to her, making it a simple side-glance. There was not a lot to take in, other than the fact that she was out-of-breathe and red in the nose. Jiyu's soaked head to toe, but her gaze is fixed on the grassy floor beneath them both.

"Why? Junri pauses, turning to face her fully.

She sits up straight and her trembling form is even more evident (if it was already not) from her quivering bottom lip and the rapid rise and fall of her shoulders.

"Why what?" She retorted, followed by a short cough.

"Why do you love me?" He finishes his question. He kinda wishes he didn't, or, that maybe, pure silence had followed after. However, an echo of a distant stream running was present, accompanying the slow rain.

Jiyu looked down, her shoulders slumping. She hugged herself, rubbing her arms.

"Awkward, isn't it?" She mutters.
"I don't really like that you avoid my questions, dear."

Her head jerked back up in an instant as a few tears began to fall. "I don't like that you still call me 'dear'. I'll never be. You and I know, very well, that we both harbor the same feeling for the other yet-"

She paused, covering her mouth with her hand clenched into a fist as she coughed. Junri's eyebrows furrowed as he bit the side of his cheek. He lifts his arm but drops it the moment she stops.

When she doesn't continue, Junri only sighs. He drifted towards her, pulling her into his arms. When Jiyu doesn't fight back, he wraps his arms around her.

"For one," he begins, "You are right. You'll never be my dear."

He holds her a little tighter, coughing a non-existent lump out of his throat before continuing. "I don't deserve you, I can't be the partner you want."

She lays her head on his chest, hearing his heartbeat.

He lowers his head down, whispering into her ear. "Don't you want a man who whispers sweet nothings in your ear? Someone who presents to you the proclamations of his love in all the ways love can be expressed?

"Like, a song or a poem." She mumbles, giving the area where his heart resides a little comforting pat. She lays her hand there as if to warm the ice that replaces it.

"Don't you want someone who can give you everything you want? They who will care for you till the ends of time? They who'll always be there for you?"

She slowly moves her free hand to his, intertwining it with hers.

"Nevertheless, I still like you." She replies.

In the end, Junri got what he wanted: silence. It was the only thing they could hear as they embraced on the bridge above the river who would carry this moment along as it grows. All of which, underneath her umbrella that he had.

 

It is always a cloudy day.

 

PT. 3 will be out tomorrowz!! the finale.. finally!

I hope you enjoyed reading, thank you!

All I Hear is the Wind (PT. 1)

This story, the first ever story posted on this blog is special to me. This was a story written on March 22 2021. 

2021 was a horribly hard year for me, but when I left the hardships behind, I had left a few friends too. The memories and writings still carry over, because, of course they would. 

This is a story about two special OCs, Junri and Jiyu, based off the game 'Sky: Children of the Light'. This will contain lots of angst, but was a story that I had put so much love into. 

Three years later, I rummaged around my dusty google docs and within the few 3 alt accounts I had, had come across this.   

This is rewritten but still holds the same plot and intentions I wanted it to showcase. I hope you enjoy reading, thank you!  

 

Pondreing.

Underneath the view of clouds, although hidden, Jiyu knew what it was. Somewhat.   

Before receiving the blessing of the light, Jiyu would stare up at the sky; day and night. No matter what Jiyu saw, she saw the same but somehow different things. To others, you would see what was simply there: stars and clouds. To Jiyu, you would see that they moved a little each passing of day and night.   

After a week, you would notice that there is a new group of stars that forms a new, unfamiliar shape. A shape that is recognizable to the heart but not the mind. Even throughout the day, you would notice that the clouds shift in position and hue. However, it rarely rains. At least, down there.  

Jiyu awoke on a lone island with 6 pillars of rocks in front of her, 6 of which opened portals to the islands above the clouds. She can't remember what happened before, but whatever happened, it made her sleep for too long to remember.  

Unlike any other day, Jiyu had been trembling as she stared down to the cloudy pit. The Forest was raining as always but It was not that nor the cool breeze that made her shiver. Rather, it was what she felt that day.  

While she had usually found solace and a home on the Island of a never-ending raining forest, she had ventured to a couple of other islands and met a peculiar man by the name of Junri. He resided on an island that was long ago a sea for ships and lands. 

In the present time, it had been drained of all liquid and left a desert with rocks, blocks and ships half-buried within the sand. Today, it is now called 'The Wasteland'.  

Junri is an enigma to many. He is an alchemist, a magician, a researcher or a lunatic. He is whatever people see him to be, but he is, most importantly, whatever he had decided himself to be-- which is a total mystery. He runs through the various realms to investigate each islands to complete his greatest of creations. Within that logic, you would begin to realize, after a few months of hanging around such a curious man, that it would be hard to keep up with a mind that is always at work.  

Jiyu would be lying if she said or even thought that she didn't want to open up to him. She longed for his presence, for his brief but very real visits to her home. If it were to happen again today, she would also be lying if she said she didn't wish they could go find frogs, crabs or new flowers to add to her collection or his cauldrons.   

It took a lot for Jiyu to stop following the trail of thought she was having. Frankly, it was all confusing for her despite how obvious it was at the same time. She had felt feelings that felt so familiar but ones she knew she was feeling for the first time. It's the feeling of carrying the greatest baggage the world could offer. The weight of a boulder that will never stop rolling down the hill of problems.   

She has questions that she knows Junri has answers -- to one of them, she knows too -- and they're all a big 'no'. Answers like that are hard to hear, especially when it is from a soulmate who does not love you back.

Just Hapy to be Hear.

Part 2 will come out.... Soon!!! 

Thank you 4 reading!

AND WE BEGIN!

WELCOME TO MY BLOG!

Within this blog, I post collections of my stories! They will be labelled according to universe, etc. and each new chapter is a new post!

I write a variety of genres but are mostly focused on mysteries, romance and angst-based plots. I am attempting to dabble in the arts of horror writing mixed with game making, but, that's for another time.

I really look forward to archive and post my works on here. Hopes to make writing a more enjoyable endeavour!

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by louie zong