He who couldn’t let go; he who couldn’t leave
Title: He who couldn’t let go; he who couldn’t leave
Genre: Angst
Pairing: Any (non-specified)
Type: drabble; 246 words
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Don’t own anything
Summary: Sometimes love refuses to move on; just merely stays stagnant at one point. It is ridiculous how it refuses to neither bloom nor wither, but instead just chooses to remain at a standstill. Yet, does this mean that there is no more love?
But I still love you, baby.
No, you don’t, he thought.
Maybe he still did, just that he didn’t know.
Gone were the days where happiness was seeing his beautiful face early in the morning; where joy was a simple text message from him; where his voice brought utter contentment.
Why, in those times, had money and everything material not been of utmost importance, unlike now, where they stood in between a crumbling relationship? Or had it been always important; just that at that point, love had been so strong to overshadow it?
Where once kisses and hugs measured the length of a day, it was now dollars and cents that went into a wallet that mattered. Where once how the other felt was priority, now simply took a backseat to ‘I’m busy, can you just leave me alone?”.
It seemed a lifetime ago where a date meant hearts skipping beats and tiny shy smiles; when every moment together needed a snapshot because it was memorable. Where their dreams became their future; where fairytales became diary entries.
How did it transform into becoming a ritual, a Thursday night blockbuster movie followed by a tasteless dinner with stilted conversation? How had all those hopes and dreams become dust in the glittering night sky?
What had love become?
They fell out of love. Yet, what was that lingering feeling that still existed?
You don’t love me anymore, he thought.
But it’s not true; I still love you baby.
A/N: Uh. I’m still on hiatus I think, just felt like posting something. Ah, crap. I haven’t written this sort of style in so long, I’m really out of practice. *cries desperately* Sort of inspired by Lee Ssang’s song ‘The girl who can’t let go, the boy who can’t leave’. No specific pairing, so imagine whoever your OTP is (or is not). I had a few in mind; but chose to write it non-specifically.
Genre: Angst
Pairing: Any (non-specified)
Type: drabble; 246 words
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Don’t own anything
Summary: Sometimes love refuses to move on; just merely stays stagnant at one point. It is ridiculous how it refuses to neither bloom nor wither, but instead just chooses to remain at a standstill. Yet, does this mean that there is no more love?
But I still love you, baby.
No, you don’t, he thought.
Maybe he still did, just that he didn’t know.
Gone were the days where happiness was seeing his beautiful face early in the morning; where joy was a simple text message from him; where his voice brought utter contentment.
Why, in those times, had money and everything material not been of utmost importance, unlike now, where they stood in between a crumbling relationship? Or had it been always important; just that at that point, love had been so strong to overshadow it?
Where once kisses and hugs measured the length of a day, it was now dollars and cents that went into a wallet that mattered. Where once how the other felt was priority, now simply took a backseat to ‘I’m busy, can you just leave me alone?”.
It seemed a lifetime ago where a date meant hearts skipping beats and tiny shy smiles; when every moment together needed a snapshot because it was memorable. Where their dreams became their future; where fairytales became diary entries.
How did it transform into becoming a ritual, a Thursday night blockbuster movie followed by a tasteless dinner with stilted conversation? How had all those hopes and dreams become dust in the glittering night sky?
What had love become?
They fell out of love. Yet, what was that lingering feeling that still existed?
You don’t love me anymore, he thought.
But it’s not true; I still love you baby.
A/N: Uh. I’m still on hiatus I think, just felt like posting something. Ah, crap. I haven’t written this sort of style in so long, I’m really out of practice. *cries desperately* Sort of inspired by Lee Ssang’s song ‘The girl who can’t let go, the boy who can’t leave’. No specific pairing, so imagine whoever your OTP is (or is not). I had a few in mind; but chose to write it non-specifically.