Photograph

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/51150439.

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: F/F
Fandom: BLACKPINK (Band)
Relationship: Lalisa Manoban | Lisa/Park Chaeyoung | Rosé
Character: Lalisa Manoban | Lisa, Park Chaeyoung | Rosé
Additional Tags: Angst, Love Letters, Kinda, too many color referenses, Post-Break Up, i
don't know what to tag anymore
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2023-10-27 Words: 968 Chapters: 1/1

Photograph
by BloomingDae21

Summary

Maybe Someday, I'll be able to tell you, the words I can't tell.
But smile for me.
I'll see you smiling, even if it fades away.
I'll be there, just afar, somewhere the blue can't bite the sun.
Find yourself until I can find you again.
.
.
.
Why would she do this, why now?

Notes

Hello!
I cannot write happy stories I guess. >.<
so here's another one shot I wrote a while back. I got inspired by the song "photograph" By
CHEN !
Hope you enjoy it!
And please Let me know if any mistake catches your eyes. English isn't my primary
language and mistakes happen.

Also, Kudos make me happy!

" You have a package!" The man in front of the door said.

Lisa frowned. She didn't order anything, and nobody knew where she lived.

She opened the door, hesitant to take the small sized box from the delivery guy.

" Don't you know where is this from?" She asked

"No Ma'am, it's either on the box or it's unknown." The guy looked impatient and Lisa knew not to
mess with a busy man. She took the box and thanked the guy.

The box seemed a little heavy, it had a familiar smell to it, but Lisa couldn't quite put his finger
around the memory that scent triggered, but it definitely depended her frown.

She took a moment before opening the box, just to face a photo book.

Her photo book, the old one, which she left in the old house.

She felt a tingle of string on her chest, and now the box was opened, the scent was stronger, filling
her nostrils, dancing on her nerves, triggering memory after memory.

Memories of a body smelling like that.

A craving crept under her skin and she couldn't quite fight it back.

She sat down, with that old photo book in her hands. She knew every single picture, because she
knew every single memory buried in those pictures all too well.

" Our first date XDD "

This was her handwriting, written with purple ink

Her voice somehow replayed in her head ;

" Purple because it was the color of your underwear" and her laughter after she said it, it all rang
inside Lisa's head.

Because Rose always loved details. She never did anything without a purpose. And Lisa figured it
out late.

The tears streamed down, wetting the book.

She couldn't care anymore, she used to be so careful not to stain the book, but the book itself was a
stain to a newly white wall she painted on her memories, and now rain was falling down, washing
it away, exposing the ugly memories once were so bright and precious to hold.
" The trip to nowhere. :) " It was written in red.

"Red because it's the color of the night we spent next to fire" Chaeyoung said, but she left out some
words.

" Red because it's also the color of anger " she never said. But Lisa knew.

And that was the night. When it all started.

And Lisa was too blind to read Chaeyoung, she knew.

The pages turned Gray, the smiles became less and less alive.

The Rose they rose together was starting to die.

And she figured it out late.

When they didn't take pictures anymore. Where the smiles were just memories none of them dared
to look back at. Where the Rose had died, only thrones left to bite.

"I hate you!"

She wanted to scream, again.

Why would she do this, why now?

She had what she wanted. She took her living soul away, now she sent a dead piece of that soul,
why? Just to remind her of what was gone?

Lisa threw the book, hard.

In between the harsh sound of it hitting the glass table and her sobs, she saw a pocket falling off
the book.

A letter pocket.

As much as she wanted to throw it away, she didn't.

"For Lily" it was written in yellow.

" You're yellow to my blue, Lily. We make up green, cool right?" She knew that now. Because
green was a living color to her. Because she was blue, Sad, deep. And Lisa was yellow, light,
bright.

She opened the letter, written in blue;

" Glad you didn't throw this away. XD

I was always so bad with words, emotions, all of them.

It's all a puzzle to me, the only puzzle I can't figure out, you know I was always good with details,
that's why I could figure out any puzzle, but when it came to you, I just couldn't.

I couldn't understand how a craving heart or a yearning for a touch could hurt. I couldn't even
understand why in the first place.

You were like a splash of colors, making rainbows out of everything. Sunshine shining to the gray.

And I never liked surprises but you were a full package of unknown and I loved to discover every
single bit of it.

But I ruin every good thing, I guess.

And it was my case too.

I tried and I tried to maintain the green, but blue wins.

Blue always wins. You can see it in the dept of sunset, where blue bites yellow slowly, makes it
bleed in red, and disappear in the black.

That's how blue works.

But yellow always rises from the dark too.

I want you to smile again. The world may not notice, but without your sunshine, the sun itself has
lost the brightness.

I wished you to make you happy, but I couldn't bear the smile disappearing from your face, couldn't
handle it.

This photo book is all I have left of you. I used to look at it every day, re-live every memory, just to
find the brightness again.

And I found you again, but you weren't smiling, and it hurts to know I caused the sunset.

But yellow is gonna be back, every morning, after dark times.

So, smile for me, like these photos.

Find the colors you've lost.

And find me, among your rainbow paradise.

Maybe I will someday learn to solve the one puzzle I never learned.

Maybe Someday, I'll be able to tell you, the words I couldn't tell.

But smile for me.

I'll see you smiling, even if it fades away.

I'll be there, just afar, somewhere the blue can't bite the sun.
Find yourself until I can find you again.

From; The bruised blue.

P.S : I've made you a mixtape, just like the old days. "

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