He felt
Title: He felt
Pairing/s: 2min
Word Count: 295
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst
Author : decembersummer
Summary:That little piece left, the silent and standing piece shattered into a million pieces when the news hit on him hard.
A/N: Another short drabble from me. I may continue this drabble with a one-shot but no promise :X Please comment and critics are welcomed. Thanks for reading~
"Taemin-ah, kyrstal and I are getting married."
There was this sudden, invisible blow of pain that closely surround him, making him breathless. He tightly gripped his shirt over his chest, as if doing so the pain would lessen. It felt like a gun shot or worst actually. It felt, it felt… There was no feeling for that intense pain he tried to suppress.
He let out a soft whimper but to pass it off as a cough. He muster all his strength to lift a muscle on his cheek. That was all that was left of him actually and he wonder how he managed to walk away, still smiling.
It was snowing in December. The soft snow flakes hit on the ground and some landing on him. Walking on the street, he felt lost. For the first time in his life, taemin seem to lost his sense of direction. Where was he heading? He didn't know and didn't want to know.
He felt numb.
A lonely tear escape from the brim of his eye, blending into the snow, exactly how he felt like now. The feeling of wanting to disappear into nothingness. He didn't want to feel this…heavy weight on his chest, not his heart, his chest. His heart was taken away long ago.
A small part was taken away when he first met minho. He knew, without hesitation, minho was the one, and where curiosity brought him, another big part of his heart was willing stolen away.
That little piece left, the silent and standing piece shattered into a million pieces when the news hit on him hard.
Now, he had nothing left but an empty chest. Yet he wondered why was there this intense pain lingering around it, breaking him even further.
He felt like…
He felt like…dying.
Pairing/s: 2min
Word Count: 295
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst
Author : decembersummer
Summary:That little piece left, the silent and standing piece shattered into a million pieces when the news hit on him hard.
A/N: Another short drabble from me. I may continue this drabble with a one-shot but no promise :X Please comment and critics are welcomed. Thanks for reading~
"Taemin-ah, kyrstal and I are getting married."
There was this sudden, invisible blow of pain that closely surround him, making him breathless. He tightly gripped his shirt over his chest, as if doing so the pain would lessen. It felt like a gun shot or worst actually. It felt, it felt… There was no feeling for that intense pain he tried to suppress.
He let out a soft whimper but to pass it off as a cough. He muster all his strength to lift a muscle on his cheek. That was all that was left of him actually and he wonder how he managed to walk away, still smiling.
It was snowing in December. The soft snow flakes hit on the ground and some landing on him. Walking on the street, he felt lost. For the first time in his life, taemin seem to lost his sense of direction. Where was he heading? He didn't know and didn't want to know.
He felt numb.
A lonely tear escape from the brim of his eye, blending into the snow, exactly how he felt like now. The feeling of wanting to disappear into nothingness. He didn't want to feel this…heavy weight on his chest, not his heart, his chest. His heart was taken away long ago.
A small part was taken away when he first met minho. He knew, without hesitation, minho was the one, and where curiosity brought him, another big part of his heart was willing stolen away.
That little piece left, the silent and standing piece shattered into a million pieces when the news hit on him hard.
Now, he had nothing left but an empty chest. Yet he wondered why was there this intense pain lingering around it, breaking him even further.
He felt like…
He felt like…dying.