Orange Glow [Part Two]
Title: Orange Glow
Author: projectmimiko
Rating: PG
Summary: “…I was dead…the moment he said goodbye.”
Genre: Angst
Pairing: Yoosu
A/N: This is part 2 of the “Red Light” series. Please read that first so you’d better understand the story. Thank you.
*~*~Orange Glow [Part Two]~*~*
(Yoochun’s POV)
Would you call it an ‘out of body’ experience?
I guess…
I watch the scene play out from my seat on the traffic light. I didn’t let myself get weighed down by random thoughts, like how was the traffic light able to support my weight, as I watched the scene of my death again, and again… Junsu stepping out of the car, the impatient person behind me who was blasting his horns, my car rolling forward, the truck hitting me right on…
My car was crushed by the time anyone knew anything. I watched as my blood pooled at the scene…staining my beautiful upholstery… and I saw my eyes, now hollow, staring up at me… and as if my heartbreak and death was not enough for the day, I saw him turn at the commotion…
…and I heard his blood-curling shriek…
Then I start to wonder, just what happened? Why? How could I-?
Oh…
I turned my gaze to the man standing at the street corner stunned at the scene. Oh. I was dead as soon as he stepped out of the car… I was dead… the moment he said goodbye.
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He was standing beside me now…the me that was mangled in the car…my shell.
“No!” He had screamed. “No, no, no. God, please no.” was what he was murmuring now as he staggered towards me. He wasn’t crying-yet. He just couched next to my shell that had slipped out of the crushed car. He picked me up and held me close-like our long forgotten intimate moments, still whispering “no…” my blood stained that sweet pale skin…and his immaculate hands.
His eyes turned to the crowd that now made a perfect circle around the scene. No one wanted to get close; they just stared and nothing else. This irked him, “What the hell are you all staring at me for?!” he snapped. “Call the fucking police, someone!” he bellowed and held my shell closer.
And from my position, sitting on the traffic light … I am stunned. Junsu is a lot of things, he does a lot of random things…he likes to boast, he’s picky with food, he’s clumsy…he even sleeps with your brother…but Junsu never swear.
The life that was robbed from me seemed to have been breathed into the crowd after Junsu’s outburst and they began to make phone calls for an ambulance-too late.
My heart, mind, and soul had already been broken into two and well…Junsu…Junsu just shattered.
*~*~Junsu’s POV~*~*
I didn’t have time to think…
No, I didn’t want to think.
When they pulled his body from me, I hated the thought that popped into my head.
You did this-
No…
It’s all your fault.
I curled up in a ball right there in the middle of the road- I briefly recalled how Yoochun always used to make fun of me when it came to my defense mechanism-as his warm blood dried on my skin.
I don’t know how long I sat there just staring at the spot Yoochun had just been…what was left of him.
Oh God.
This wasn’t supposed to happen…not like this…not with me crushing his heart. The guilt was overwhelming-the last thing I ever wanted him to hear was how much I loved him.
Sounds off, doesn’t it?
I held my head in my hands stained with his blood. I didn’t care. I just keep replaying his last words…Please don’t…please.
And still, no tears fell.
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I don’t really recall the next few days that well. Jaejoong, my cousin, and his husband Yunho said that they had to carry me from the scene-I guess that would make sense. I couldn’t feel my legs…I couldn’t feel anything. I couldn’t cry either, even at the funeral…that caused them to whisper amongst themselves. I just couldn’t, no matter how much I wanted to. The next few weeks, Jaejoong and Yunho floated around me, trying to make life a bit easier for me, trying to help me forget…I couldn’t.
I just sat in bed, draped in one of Yoochun’s shirt that he had left at my place, staring at the wall as if if I wished hard enough, he’d suddenly appear there, that he’d come back and I could tell him the truth…give him a chance…tell him that I still loved him, that I didn’t want to breakup, that I only said that because I felt guilty … I’d tell him that what happened with Changmin was a mistake, we had a fight, I needed someone to talk to... Changmin was there... we got drunk and-
I pulled my legs closer and rested my head on my knees and wished and prayed with all my heart… and when he didn’t show up I grabbed the picture frames that rested on my side table and hung on the walls of my bedroom…our pictures, our memories and I threw them against the wall, the sound of the shattering glass fueled my hollow shell and I reached for as many things as I could get my hands on, and shattered them against the wall.
When Jaejoong realized the commotion, and came into the room-(he said) I had been stepping in the shattered glasses ripping our pictures… trying to destroy the memories that hunted me…
And the tears fell…finally.
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Next (Final) Chapter: Green Halo
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Um... so what did you think of the second part? If i get enough (say, maybe ten?) i'll post the third and finally part tomorrow!! So let me know what's on your mind~