Vernon Scenario #1
It’s a busy morning. People who got plenty of time walks their dogs at the park, some are just trying to have a healthy lifestyle and me, I just want to forget. For me, the easiest way of forgetting is going back to that same old warehouse which was long gone from the map of this city. With its dull white paint scratched from the walls, and other paintings that has been abandoned. I remember you said this was a crowd’s favorite ever since 1998, and that your father was inspired to paint because of this place and how love crawls under every side of the room. You told me your parents met here, dumbfounded and after a break up. They ended pretty well, huh?
This was our warehouse, some place we hoped of restoring with the love we once had. I told you I would be beside you along the process, even if I only have with me a deep appreciation of beauty and art. I was a writer who found her poetry within you, and when you left, all that you left with me were broken dreams and false hope.
As I slowly roam the place, its wooden floor cracks soundly and the dust lingers everywhere and I wonder if you ever wander around here anymore. I wonder if your feet leads you here when you’re sober. I wonder if the streetlights directs you here at night when you can’t sleep because you’re having those dreams again.
I wonder if you’ll ever come back, because I do. I always do.
As I make my way upstairs, I can feel some radiant following me and I walk fast because I don’t deserve sunbeams anymore. But radiant holds my hand.
His honey gold eyes illuminates the whole place, and it’s as if it has been restored. The dull white paint suddenly becomes a happy yellow paint.
I said and I realized I still know his name. The world stumbles at every letter but there, I said it.
“Y/n, did you get my note?”
A note. I never get any, I wanted to scream. But when I look in his eyes and how tears started to well up in them, how his touch gives me chills and how this place seem to coordinate.
This warehouse is his note. This place that I thought he have forgotten when he debuted and started performing with burning passion. How come I never know?
“You wander around here?”
Finally, my words started to buckle me up. I don’t know what’s better than him holding my hand, and him being right infront of me after two years.
Vernon told me how he always sneak out at night after their concerts just to be here, because he thought I’ll appear anytime.
I came here to forget, but I guess I like it more to remember.
His phone rings, and his stare still stuck on me while he answers. It’s not on loudspeaker but I can hear the voice clearly since he is so close, I can even feel his heartbeat. It is Seungcheol screaming, which he doesn’t need to do but Jeonghan snatches the phone away and away from the loud leader.
Did you find her?
Vernon still staring at me smiles, and his eyes sparkles and smiles along with his lips. His light hair ruffled makes the eye smile even more adorable.
“Yes, I found her.”
Jeonghan, who is on the other side of the line, and who hates loudness in phonecalls and radios, suddenly scream and Seungcheol joins in the fun. What’s happening there? God knows.
But I know what’s happening in here.
I was once a writer who lost her poetry, and let’s say, her words but I feel it coming back to me while I was writing this on a coffee shop with the Vernon that I thought I lost, and the Vernon that I never stopped loving, and the Vernon that I will love in many sunsets and sunrise, and in many mornings and nights.