You were stuck with him for months that seemed like years, long and destroying what was between. You couldn’t help. Yes, you couldn’t when there was nothing left to hold on. His smile on the lips and the memory of you two kissing and flirting around in mornings filled with smell of coffee and fresh baked bread fading. It was like a stab in the heart, it was like a fall off the cliff- the moment you had understood that. Alcohol did not help- it was too late. He sat down on the couch, he touched your hand, tried to entangle with his but you pulled it away. The spark had died, the feeling faded and it’s nothing anymore- the touch.
Coldness slipped between you two, a sigh was heard in the almost silent room with a clock that ticked the time- slow, oh so slow- to separate you two.
“Yesung,” it wasn’t far above a whisper. “Simply let’s end this.”
You gulped, heart clenching just a little, until you didn’t feel anything more than a little guilt. “I know you want it to end for some time already. Let’s just live further… not together.”
“Umm… yes.”
That was said, you did feel better. He squeezed your hand reassuringly, stood up and left the room.
You felt free for once.
S.O.S
broken!EunHae, angst, 315 words
When I’m in love, it’s a pain. When I'm alone, it’s hell. When together, you close may seem, but I feel- you are distant and far. You cheat on me with someone, someone better, better than me, better than my kisses and my early mornings, my blues and my smiles.
It may hurt later on, but this moment I don’t care. You hold me tight, you kiss me firm, I melt, and you smile for me, only me.
I may not carry on when you’ll leave. I don’t want to think about it. You hold my hand; suggest buying a pizza, to watch a movie. I don’t object- I love your presence; I love it like a fool, like a lamb trust in a wolf.
I do want you to stay; I stay aside afraid to scare you away, and pretend to be strong just like a rock on the top of the hill, threatening to fall down- soon, very soon.
I fool around and laugh, you think it is okay, the flash of hurt you saw just your imagination and the reflection of the guilt you feel.
When you are near me, can you hear me s.o.s?
Can you see what I’m going through?
When you’ll be gone, will I carry on?
Yes, I think, yes.
Once you said- it’s nothing more than a game, the way we fall in love. I didn’t believe in you back then, now I may think about it.
You were right about yourself and kind of wrong about me- my love fades, the trust goes away. I saw someone else, noticed his presence, the way he gives his care and a little more, the way he smiles and offers me help, the way he is the kind of right man I want, the way he contrasts with you.
Will you send me s.o.s so I can reject it?