Drabbles 001 + 002
001 Ain't no sunshine - Bill Withers.
Sunny bundled herself in a ball of blankets, she'd left the curtains drawn keeping every beam of sunlight out. The only illumination in the room was the large oversized red numbers of the alarm clock that Tiffany had insisted on buying even though it was marketed for the elderly, but she wanted to be able to see the numbers from her side of the bed.
Her side of the bed. Sunny crunched in tighter. This wasn't the first time Tiffany had been called to the States for business. Sunny knew going in that Tiffany had a position where it would, from time to time, be necessary for her to have to travel for weeks at a time. But that knowledge did nothing to quell the depression and fear that over took Sunny every time she she had to wake up knowing Tiffany was not there.
Her name my have been Sunny, but the truth was that Tiffany was the sun-- no Tiffany, no sunshine. And it wasn't just crippling loneliness that overcame her, she was terrified that Tiffany would never comeback. If she never came back then Sunny's world would end just as life on earth would without the sun.
Sunny reached her arm out for another blanket, she felt cold. A coldness that radiated from inside her heart, her soul. Tiffany's friends knew that her relationship with Sunny was going to be nothing but toxic and Sunny knew it too, the bright girl might be the only thing that gets her through but she knew that she was no good for her he constant paranoia that Tiffany was going to leave, her extreme possessiveness, but Sunny couldn't let her go. She'd never let her go, she wouldn't,
Sunny just hoped that Tiffany would be home soon, she was growing tired of fighting the darkness in her.
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002 Remembering Sunday - All time low.
Seohyun was running up and down the alleyways, knowing that the effort was futile, no matter how fast she ran, she'd never catch her, never find her. She knew, that if she stopped that she'd just break down, she didn't want to stop fighting yet. Maybe it was stupid for her to have even entertained the thoughts, that maybe they could be forever, that she could be enough for her.
It had been a whirlwind meeting, Seohyun was simply riding the subway on the train home when a strangely beautiful woman ran into her and grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the car with her. "Come on," she'd called over her shoulder has she was dragging Seohyun behind her.
For two days, this woman, who turned out to be one of the nation's hottest celebrities, took Seohyun from her life of order and monotony and colored her life in vibrant technicolor. She revived the flames of spontaneity with in the girl and Seohyun fell in love.
Even in the two months after that, when Yoona was hiding out at her place, Seohyun learned that adult live needn't be so plain, there was the wild love making on weeknights, spontaneous outings to find the perfect doughnut at three AM. She went to work for the first time ever with eyebags, without perfectly pressed clothes, she was breaking her rules and she was having the best time of her life.
The bliss she was living was was so high that this morning when she awoke and discovered that Yoona was gone, all her things, every last trace was gone. She panicked. She'd slipped her bare feet into her tennis shoes and ran out of her apartment fanatical calling her phone.
"The number you've dialed is not in service." She'd heard that message dozens of times, but she refused to believe that she was gone, that this was just a fling. Seohyun was not prepared for this, it hit her like a freight train and she just crumpled to the ground.
Seohyun went to work with eyebags once again, sitting at her desk she found something stuck inside of her agenda book, a blue post`it.
Sorry. I'll never forget you. -IY
Seohyun's emotional state was a wreck, she was sent home by her superiors, they urged her to take as long as she needed, not even knowing what was wrong. On the subway she prayed that she'd see her, just bump into her again, even though she knew it was impossible. Fate played dirty, but ultimately it granted her wish as she walked up the hill to her home, she saw walls plastered with that face, that one that brought so much joy and so much pain.
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a/n- i needed to do some writing exercise to flex my muscles because i have a deadline soon... um basically song inspired fifteen minute pieces... um i tired shuffle but all the songs were in some language that there wasn't enough of a seed for me.
first time writing angst didn't mean to. i guess i could expand either if i wanted but i doubt i will.