[OneShot] Gone
Author: Forgetmenot
Title: Gone
Genre: Angst..(?)
Pairing: GTOP
Summary: Seunghyun tries to deal with Jiyong's death.
-------------------------------------------------Seunghyun gulped in gasping breaths. His chest felt like it was being ripped apart and his lungs too small to accept even the smallest amount of air. He was on his knees, tears streaming down his face unnoticed and there he sat on the cold pavement in the AM, gasping like a fish out of water.
"I'm sorry Seunghyun."
The words echoed in his head, a cavern of emptiness that was once full of ideas and thoughts. When he was alive instead of the ghost he's become. He sat, his chest heaving and lungs aching. If only, if only he could allow in some air, get a clear thought out. If only this wasn't real. If only.
"We couldn't do anything."
This wasn't how it was supposed to go. They were going to move in together and start over together. Everything was just going right, months and months of attempting to make things between them work and it finally paid off. Their friends and families knew about them, and with the exception of a few, they were given blessings on their life together. Oh they were so happy to be accepted, it made them feel like they were okay. Like they weren't so wrong in this world.
"He was already gone when they brought him in."
Seunghyun slowly lay down on the ground, sobs finally wracking his body. His cheek scraped against the cold pavement but he couldn't be bothered. The pain from that cut was nothing compared to the pain of having his chest ripped out. Of having his heart sucked out of him with a straw and laying outside of him.
Seunghyun was already missing him terribly. His arms ached to wrap around the others shoulders and hug him tightly to his chest. He missed the tickle of hair in the crook of his neck and the soft kissed placed just so. The bright, slightly crooked, smile that lit up the room and the laugh that shook his small frame. His lame jokes, his blush, his morning voice, his nighttime scruff, his warmth. Seunghyun could still smell his cologne from when they'd hugged goodbye a few hours ago. It only took four hours for his world to be torn apart and dismantled.
It took only four hours for everything to shatter.
The tears were trickling slower now and he was numb. The crushing pain didn't dull, but became a part of him in the way that a wailing siren could be forgotten when constant. The pain of loosing everything he'd come to cherish. In their present and furure. The white picket fence they'd imagined together, the honeymoon, the anniversaries, the first house, the boring lifestyle. None of it would happen.
The birds began to chirp and the sun rose from its slumber. Seoul was waking up around Seunghyun and people rushed from their houses to beat the traffic. Children were woken in order to catch the bus and lovers woke in each others embraces. Life was going on, but he knew everything had ended at 7:26PM.
"I'm so sorry, but Kwon Jiyong has died."