over the edge
Title: over the edge
Pairing: yunjae
Rating: pg
Length: drabble
Summary: you are nineteen when you fall so hard in love you wonder how you'll ever get back up alive.
A/N: for Diana. Go wish her a happy birthday!
over the edge
You are nineteen when you fall so hard in love you wonder how you'll ever get back up alive.
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The sound, the smell, the sight of the rain draws you closer to the fogged windows and you take a deep breath as you peer through at the world outside. You want to be there, amongst the raindrops falling softly on the ground, singing in synch with the clouds in the sky, but that is probably him knocking at the door, thump thump thump against your heart, and you don't look back as you get the door. You need to see him.
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Fuck the world, you write in the stars with a little white pill and a bottle of gold that makes him look so pure and destructible you want to hurt and you want to try and his eyes scream no stop it someone’s going to see, but you just want to be happy and is that really so wrong.
It’s not right, he says with his hands in your hair and your lips on his neck tilted at an angle so unnatural you’re sure you can break it with a snap, and you stop - take a deep breath, count one, two until he draws your mouth to his, harshly, in a way that screams but I want to, and you agree in the way you tangle your fingers and grind your hips against his, and then you’re gone - lost in the moment with the dark the heat the silence the sound of his groans and sighs and you think you see love in the tears in his eyes and you think you want to stay there forever, but he doesn’t want to hear it.
Let me in, you beg him with your gaze, and he answers you with a final shake of his head as he rises up like he forgot something, maybe his mind, and your heart sinks to where gravity will never let it go when he tells you someday maybe hopefully but not with you.
You don’t understand, you don’t even want to, and so instead of trying or healing or searching you find refuge in the pain that scars your skin with black memories and as the cold wind wraps its arms around you you think it’s okay I’ll be fine it doesn’t hurt that much. The silence still echoes his short goodbye in the empty house with your empty soul and when you raise your empty cup to your lips you wonder if you’re even alive.
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You lean over the edge and it’s a dark dark black down there, beautiful, mesmerizing, singing to you like a siren’s call and you think you need to answer.
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You died at nineteen.
They say it’s the fall that killed you.
Pairing: yunjae
Rating: pg
Length: drabble
Summary: you are nineteen when you fall so hard in love you wonder how you'll ever get back up alive.
A/N: for Diana. Go wish her a happy birthday!
over the edge
You are nineteen when you fall so hard in love you wonder how you'll ever get back up alive.
-
The sound, the smell, the sight of the rain draws you closer to the fogged windows and you take a deep breath as you peer through at the world outside. You want to be there, amongst the raindrops falling softly on the ground, singing in synch with the clouds in the sky, but that is probably him knocking at the door, thump thump thump against your heart, and you don't look back as you get the door. You need to see him.
-
Fuck the world, you write in the stars with a little white pill and a bottle of gold that makes him look so pure and destructible you want to hurt and you want to try and his eyes scream no stop it someone’s going to see, but you just want to be happy and is that really so wrong.
It’s not right, he says with his hands in your hair and your lips on his neck tilted at an angle so unnatural you’re sure you can break it with a snap, and you stop - take a deep breath, count one, two until he draws your mouth to his, harshly, in a way that screams but I want to, and you agree in the way you tangle your fingers and grind your hips against his, and then you’re gone - lost in the moment with the dark the heat the silence the sound of his groans and sighs and you think you see love in the tears in his eyes and you think you want to stay there forever, but he doesn’t want to hear it.
Let me in, you beg him with your gaze, and he answers you with a final shake of his head as he rises up like he forgot something, maybe his mind, and your heart sinks to where gravity will never let it go when he tells you someday maybe hopefully but not with you.
You don’t understand, you don’t even want to, and so instead of trying or healing or searching you find refuge in the pain that scars your skin with black memories and as the cold wind wraps its arms around you you think it’s okay I’ll be fine it doesn’t hurt that much. The silence still echoes his short goodbye in the empty house with your empty soul and when you raise your empty cup to your lips you wonder if you’re even alive.
-
You lean over the edge and it’s a dark dark black down there, beautiful, mesmerizing, singing to you like a siren’s call and you think you need to answer.
-
You died at nineteen.
They say it’s the fall that killed you.