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55 for ghosties * ^ *

spotify wrapped starters: ACCEPTING! | @crossfadin​ (ghost!au)

「 blue & grey 」 by BTS

“i died on my birthday.”

it comes out of nowhere, just out of the blue. although they’re alone here, his voice sounds infinitely small. a mere whisper even in the pervasive silence. which makes sense, though, considering their voices no longer have bodies. they’re just.. here, and not, all at once. like the artefacts, fossils, and pristine portraits in this museum, they’re all memories of varying degrees of importance. some are worth remembering more than others, but they all catch eyes and curiosity at some point. jiwon wonders if he, too, is worth any amount of attention.

“we were heading home after dinner. dad was driving, mom beside him. my sister and i were singing along to the radio in the back seat. ‘becoming alone’ by byun jinsub. i still remember all the lyrics.” he pauses for a few beats, floats a little higher to inspect a whale skeleton, then dips past a pair of open, massive jaws to travel through its ribs. “none of us saw it coming.”

blinding lights, screeching tyres. the harsh crunch of metal, and someone screams. jiwon hadn’t felt a thing before finding himself stood at the side of the road, staring at the scene. his mother had cried and cried, all the way to the hospital, all the way home, all week, all month. and jiwon cried with her, screaming mama, i’m here!, but she couldn’t hear him. no one could.

“they were probably just messing with me, but one of the older ghosts said that i’ll forget how i died. that everyone does, eventually.” floating back to the ground, jiwon twiddles his thumbs and stares for a long while. the silence seems to last forever, but the night remains inky black beyond the museum’s lofty windows. just as the stars glimmer, the city shines equally as bright. “do you still remember..?”