Touch
Title: Touch
Character: Yesung
Rating: G
Summary: Because he tried, but trying is only going two steps backward. Because trying only means to ruin everything.
Author's Note: I'm not certain what this is, but it's painful.
Staring out the window provides a sense of calm, but it does nothing to change what is. He knows this, knows that it's useless, it won't make it right, but it's all he knows how to do, so he'll do it as long as he can. It's no longer a matter of trying, because he's done that enough and has only gone backwards, and trying just leads to bitterness and emptiness, and any more and he'll float away.
He used to have an anchor but he rotted and bled and disappeared, and he thinks that must be his fault too, because otherwise he was beautiful and bright and so damn untouchable, but one touch from him and that anchor was gone.
It took too long, he thinks, this path. Isolation. Because he was told his touch was like ice, but it wasn't pretty. Because ice is dangerous and it's cold, and it will destroy everything and then melt away the evidence, but he's still here and he isn't going anywhere. Because he didn't do this before, because he thought he was different. Because he tried, but trying is only going two steps backward. Because trying only means to ruin everything.
Reaching for his reflection, he wonders if his touch will be enough to erase himself.
It isn't.
Two steps backward.
Character: Yesung
Rating: G
Summary: Because he tried, but trying is only going two steps backward. Because trying only means to ruin everything.
Author's Note: I'm not certain what this is, but it's painful.
Staring out the window provides a sense of calm, but it does nothing to change what is. He knows this, knows that it's useless, it won't make it right, but it's all he knows how to do, so he'll do it as long as he can. It's no longer a matter of trying, because he's done that enough and has only gone backwards, and trying just leads to bitterness and emptiness, and any more and he'll float away.
He used to have an anchor but he rotted and bled and disappeared, and he thinks that must be his fault too, because otherwise he was beautiful and bright and so damn untouchable, but one touch from him and that anchor was gone.
It took too long, he thinks, this path. Isolation. Because he was told his touch was like ice, but it wasn't pretty. Because ice is dangerous and it's cold, and it will destroy everything and then melt away the evidence, but he's still here and he isn't going anywhere. Because he didn't do this before, because he thought he was different. Because he tried, but trying is only going two steps backward. Because trying only means to ruin everything.
Reaching for his reflection, he wonders if his touch will be enough to erase himself.
It isn't.
Two steps backward.