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.