Come Away With Me
Title: Come Away With Me
Character(s): Taeyeon, Unknown Character
Rating: PG
A/N: Random write-up.
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The New Year is still clinging onto an old winter. And as it blows harsh cold air at you, you pull your coat closer to yourself and burrow your chin deeper into the thick folds of your scarf, wondering why you are out on this freezing night.
But, of course, you already know why you’re out. You’re here with a purpose, though you might need to be reminded of it.
And you most certainly are reminded when you see her, striding towards you as if she has no time in the world.
Her heels sound against the pavement in a furious clacking rhythm, building up your persistent count as you wait for her to reach you.
All of your excitement dissipates though, when you’re greeted with tired eyes dragged down by dark baggy circles, and a tight smile that seems to hurt her when it pulls at the corner of her lips.
“Taeyeon-“
She grabs your hand, and all you can do is fall silent at the slender feel of it, digits lacing through yours and grasping.
There’s not enough time. She knows it. You know it. Neither of you want to say it, but she acknowledges it when she holds you loosely by her fingers and begins pulling you away with her, still click clacking down the street quickly as if there were people hiding in the emptiness, waiting for the perfect chance to capture you both.
Quietly, you let her take you away, because there’s something desperate about the way she’s leading you.
The way she doesn’t turn to look at you in the half dark and dim storefront lights speaks volumes about an unease whose purpose you’ve yet to quite fully understand.
And if only you could. If only you could reach her somehow in that murky thought filled head of hers. You’d squeeze her hand, then. You’d say something to give her anything, whatever she needed. You’d do anything, everything, if you just knew what she wanted.
“Taeyeon-“
She looks tired, and part of you doesn’t want her to be here existing with you, if that’s the case. Because it’s cold out, and you’re both tired, and she’s dragging you to nowhere it seems like.
But you can’t be harsh with her, not when she’s like this. You have to adopt tenderness instead, and finally pull at her lightly.
“Taeyeon.“
Maybe it’s from all of the times you’ve said it, but her name shoots off of your tongue like rapid fire, and she finally stills at it, as if finally pierced with its reality.
When she looks at you, you almost regret calling her at the sight of the defeated sag of her lips, pursing slightly yet still loosely.
‘What’s wrong?’
You should ask.
‘What can be done?’ ‘How can I help you?’
But you know those are all useless questions. Useless in the sense that you already know that nothing can be done, because there are no solutions.
She’s so pale under the glow of lighted storefronts and dying streetlights. She’s so small and thin, a tiny bird of a presence that seems like it’ll evaporate any minute if she just lets go of your hand.
What can you possibly do?
You have no solutions to her problems, because you don’t know what her problems are.
‘Let me in.’
You should say.
‘Let me help you.’ ‘I love you.’
But you don’t say things like that, because that’s not why she’s here beside you.
She's not here for help.
Sighing, you hold her hand tighter and start walking, strained until she follows your lead with no complaints
“Come run away with me.”
You murmur.
And that’s what she does, as you both advance further into the deepening darkness.
She runs away.
The End
Character(s): Taeyeon, Unknown Character
Rating: PG
A/N: Random write-up.
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The New Year is still clinging onto an old winter. And as it blows harsh cold air at you, you pull your coat closer to yourself and burrow your chin deeper into the thick folds of your scarf, wondering why you are out on this freezing night.
But, of course, you already know why you’re out. You’re here with a purpose, though you might need to be reminded of it.
And you most certainly are reminded when you see her, striding towards you as if she has no time in the world.
Her heels sound against the pavement in a furious clacking rhythm, building up your persistent count as you wait for her to reach you.
All of your excitement dissipates though, when you’re greeted with tired eyes dragged down by dark baggy circles, and a tight smile that seems to hurt her when it pulls at the corner of her lips.
“Taeyeon-“
She grabs your hand, and all you can do is fall silent at the slender feel of it, digits lacing through yours and grasping.
There’s not enough time. She knows it. You know it. Neither of you want to say it, but she acknowledges it when she holds you loosely by her fingers and begins pulling you away with her, still click clacking down the street quickly as if there were people hiding in the emptiness, waiting for the perfect chance to capture you both.
Quietly, you let her take you away, because there’s something desperate about the way she’s leading you.
The way she doesn’t turn to look at you in the half dark and dim storefront lights speaks volumes about an unease whose purpose you’ve yet to quite fully understand.
And if only you could. If only you could reach her somehow in that murky thought filled head of hers. You’d squeeze her hand, then. You’d say something to give her anything, whatever she needed. You’d do anything, everything, if you just knew what she wanted.
“Taeyeon-“
She looks tired, and part of you doesn’t want her to be here existing with you, if that’s the case. Because it’s cold out, and you’re both tired, and she’s dragging you to nowhere it seems like.
But you can’t be harsh with her, not when she’s like this. You have to adopt tenderness instead, and finally pull at her lightly.
“Taeyeon.“
Maybe it’s from all of the times you’ve said it, but her name shoots off of your tongue like rapid fire, and she finally stills at it, as if finally pierced with its reality.
When she looks at you, you almost regret calling her at the sight of the defeated sag of her lips, pursing slightly yet still loosely.
‘What’s wrong?’
You should ask.
‘What can be done?’ ‘How can I help you?’
But you know those are all useless questions. Useless in the sense that you already know that nothing can be done, because there are no solutions.
She’s so pale under the glow of lighted storefronts and dying streetlights. She’s so small and thin, a tiny bird of a presence that seems like it’ll evaporate any minute if she just lets go of your hand.
What can you possibly do?
You have no solutions to her problems, because you don’t know what her problems are.
‘Let me in.’
You should say.
‘Let me help you.’ ‘I love you.’
But you don’t say things like that, because that’s not why she’s here beside you.
She's not here for help.
Sighing, you hold her hand tighter and start walking, strained until she follows your lead with no complaints
“Come run away with me.”
You murmur.
And that’s what she does, as you both advance further into the deepening darkness.
She runs away.
The End