Death Sentence
Title: Death Sentence
Pair: Jaesu
Author:
emda
Length: 271 words
Warning: Character Death
A/N: Un-revise. I apologize for all the mistakes and wrong tenses.
The walk felt excruciating long. I thought that my heart would rip out of my chest. I was shivering but I wasn’t sure if it was the oddly cold on this, too much light and too much gray, room or that I was scared. They stop beside a metallic table and something- someone- was hidden below the white cotton sheet. I didn’t like how my chest felt so tight. I didn’t like how my breath got caught up in my throat when they reveal who was on the cold metallic table. I didn’t like that his face was deadly white. The only color that true death knows. I didn’t like his lips press in a thin line without his usual smile. I didn’t like that his light walnut brown eyes were close. I didn’t like that my eyes were dry. I didn’t like that I couldn’t found the courage to touch his now cold hands for the last time. I didn’t like that after nodding at some questions I turn on my heels and walk out of that room… away from him. I didn’t like what I saw outside.
A busy city, people chatting like nothing, without a fucking care.
Seems that it was morning but I couldn’t see the sun. I didn’t felt the warm breeze nor the touch of it. There was no sun in my world.
I hug myself knowing that from today on I was sentence to a eternity of darkness and coldness. Because the sun of my life, the sunshine in the sky of my heart lied death cold in some table at the city morgue
Pair: Jaesu
Author:
emda
Length: 271 words
Warning: Character Death
A/N: Un-revise. I apologize for all the mistakes and wrong tenses.
The walk felt excruciating long. I thought that my heart would rip out of my chest. I was shivering but I wasn’t sure if it was the oddly cold on this, too much light and too much gray, room or that I was scared. They stop beside a metallic table and something- someone- was hidden below the white cotton sheet. I didn’t like how my chest felt so tight. I didn’t like how my breath got caught up in my throat when they reveal who was on the cold metallic table. I didn’t like that his face was deadly white. The only color that true death knows. I didn’t like his lips press in a thin line without his usual smile. I didn’t like that his light walnut brown eyes were close. I didn’t like that my eyes were dry. I didn’t like that I couldn’t found the courage to touch his now cold hands for the last time. I didn’t like that after nodding at some questions I turn on my heels and walk out of that room… away from him. I didn’t like what I saw outside.
A busy city, people chatting like nothing, without a fucking care.
Seems that it was morning but I couldn’t see the sun. I didn’t felt the warm breeze nor the touch of it. There was no sun in my world.
I hug myself knowing that from today on I was sentence to a eternity of darkness and coldness. Because the sun of my life, the sunshine in the sky of my heart lied death cold in some table at the city morgue