Love. Death. Live.
Love. Death. Live || TaengSic || PG-13
Kinda sad but Kinda not? I wrote it because of my boredom and I was quite inspired after watching bits and pieces of a movie.
She never got used to the sound of rain pelting against her umbrella. To her, it meant the world was engulfed in grief. The usual walks at night meant for two was now an unusual lonely venture. It occurred to her, that there will be even more simple things she will never get used to which had not touched her relevant until now. Although, there are those things she did get used to. For instance, crying alone bunched up in the corner with only a box of tissues present; that alone was a daily, or sometimes even an hourly routine.
She would sniffle and hiccup, tasting tears that would fall involuntarily at the corners of her mouth. Soundless sobbing was her signature way of crying - but that often altered. Her eyelids only felt weighted after the many tears spent, which she would regain to squander the next day. Following her schedule, she would do her so called resting - leaning against the wall, staring into nothingness with vacant eyes that were too weak to distinguish wall between carpet.
She had awakened to see the countless used tissues scattered in unorganized heaps. Drifting in the lightly fanned air was a tissue that had not been fully removed from its boxed home; her weak hand brushed that last one effortless against the dry streams of tears. The usual emotions she felt were interrupted by a neatly folded envelope with a familiar writing that signed a heart and an order to “read this”, she removed it from the empty tissue box.
The writing was definitely hers. The reader could only remain silently surprised as she read the neatly printed words.
Hey baby,
I knew it, you used up all of your tissues didn’t you? That’s why I placed my letter at the bottom. Don’t spend your days crying like this, okay? Or I’ll come right out and haunt you ‘till it’s your turn to die! D:< Oh, and make sure you get enough sleep. With that hectic schedule of yours, you’re bound to forget the simplest necessities. Trust me, I know you too well. Get those nutrients, get that needed sleep, don’t lounge around too much or that cute nonexistent belly fat you always hated will end up bigger. But most importantly my love, get that happiness you deserve. Just because I’m in a different world doesn’t mean you’re able to sob like this uncontrollably. Get out and find yourself someone, they’ll never be as good as me or pull off being blond as awesome as me of course, but they should be good enough to give you happiness. :) Just know my love for you will reign forever, albeit alive on earth or dead. I’d rather die than to see you with someone to be honest... but look, I’m dead. So you’re free. I would suggest someone like Tiffany or Yoona, did you know we all competed for your love? And I won, duh ^_^ Well, when time progresses, we’ll meet again.
My baby, remember what I told you. Don’t forget!
P.S. I love you <3
The letter itself pressed against the tiny warm body. Droplets of tears collided with the carpet, but this time, the owner of those tears had a fresh smile on her face.
And when she had previously thought the sleepless nights would never terminate...
“So, did you like the letter?”
That pleasing tone of voice, that warmth of affection, the way she was held in the arms of no other than that sweet lover of hers as they laid comfortably in bed. With her back to the soothing presence, her eyes closed and she smiled while inhaling.
“When did you write it?”
A pause took place before laughter proceeded.
“I did it beforehand. Sadly, the dead can’t write letters to the living.”
Another pause took place, she couldn’t help but to grin widely at the amount of sweetness thrown at her. She snuggled into those comforting arms, re-familiarizing herself with the pleasing waves of warmth.
“You three fighting over me is all true?”
The arms she felt snaked around her body once before grasping her more passionately.
“I know, funny isn’t it? We would have our own little games like ‘whoever finishes their meal first gets to be the one to sit next to you in the car’. I can’t believe Tiffany won that game, it pissed me off even though I knew I’d lose.”
She couldn’t help but let a giggle slip her lips. In spite of everything, still as humorous as ever, she witnessed.
“Why can’t you hold me like this all the time? Why just tonight?”
Her lover’s presence was certainly true; the breath of her sigh was clearly felt as it bounced off her back.
“I don’t know.”
“You’re so perfect. Yet you had to leave me.”
“I know right, death’s a bitch. I’d love to stay and catch up, but I’d get in trouble if I stay too long. So sweet dreams, my baby.”
Her somber nights ended since the night of the letter. The rain pelting against her umbrella was now a sound she listened with ease, nightly walks alone became a cheerful walk for two. She got used to simple things again; laughing, playing, happiness.
She is very well alive, and it’s only up to her to live her life. Her special someone taught her, and smiling in silent gratitude replaced the seemingly endless nights of crying.
Kinda sad but Kinda not? I wrote it because of my boredom and I was quite inspired after watching bits and pieces of a movie.
She never got used to the sound of rain pelting against her umbrella. To her, it meant the world was engulfed in grief. The usual walks at night meant for two was now an unusual lonely venture. It occurred to her, that there will be even more simple things she will never get used to which had not touched her relevant until now. Although, there are those things she did get used to. For instance, crying alone bunched up in the corner with only a box of tissues present; that alone was a daily, or sometimes even an hourly routine.
She would sniffle and hiccup, tasting tears that would fall involuntarily at the corners of her mouth. Soundless sobbing was her signature way of crying - but that often altered. Her eyelids only felt weighted after the many tears spent, which she would regain to squander the next day. Following her schedule, she would do her so called resting - leaning against the wall, staring into nothingness with vacant eyes that were too weak to distinguish wall between carpet.
She had awakened to see the countless used tissues scattered in unorganized heaps. Drifting in the lightly fanned air was a tissue that had not been fully removed from its boxed home; her weak hand brushed that last one effortless against the dry streams of tears. The usual emotions she felt were interrupted by a neatly folded envelope with a familiar writing that signed a heart and an order to “read this”, she removed it from the empty tissue box.
The writing was definitely hers. The reader could only remain silently surprised as she read the neatly printed words.
Hey baby,
I knew it, you used up all of your tissues didn’t you? That’s why I placed my letter at the bottom. Don’t spend your days crying like this, okay? Or I’ll come right out and haunt you ‘till it’s your turn to die! D:< Oh, and make sure you get enough sleep. With that hectic schedule of yours, you’re bound to forget the simplest necessities. Trust me, I know you too well. Get those nutrients, get that needed sleep, don’t lounge around too much or that cute nonexistent belly fat you always hated will end up bigger. But most importantly my love, get that happiness you deserve. Just because I’m in a different world doesn’t mean you’re able to sob like this uncontrollably. Get out and find yourself someone, they’ll never be as good as me or pull off being blond as awesome as me of course, but they should be good enough to give you happiness. :) Just know my love for you will reign forever, albeit alive on earth or dead. I’d rather die than to see you with someone to be honest... but look, I’m dead. So you’re free. I would suggest someone like Tiffany or Yoona, did you know we all competed for your love? And I won, duh ^_^ Well, when time progresses, we’ll meet again.
My baby, remember what I told you. Don’t forget!
P.S. I love you <3
The letter itself pressed against the tiny warm body. Droplets of tears collided with the carpet, but this time, the owner of those tears had a fresh smile on her face.
And when she had previously thought the sleepless nights would never terminate...
“So, did you like the letter?”
That pleasing tone of voice, that warmth of affection, the way she was held in the arms of no other than that sweet lover of hers as they laid comfortably in bed. With her back to the soothing presence, her eyes closed and she smiled while inhaling.
“When did you write it?”
A pause took place before laughter proceeded.
“I did it beforehand. Sadly, the dead can’t write letters to the living.”
Another pause took place, she couldn’t help but to grin widely at the amount of sweetness thrown at her. She snuggled into those comforting arms, re-familiarizing herself with the pleasing waves of warmth.
“You three fighting over me is all true?”
The arms she felt snaked around her body once before grasping her more passionately.
“I know, funny isn’t it? We would have our own little games like ‘whoever finishes their meal first gets to be the one to sit next to you in the car’. I can’t believe Tiffany won that game, it pissed me off even though I knew I’d lose.”
She couldn’t help but let a giggle slip her lips. In spite of everything, still as humorous as ever, she witnessed.
“Why can’t you hold me like this all the time? Why just tonight?”
Her lover’s presence was certainly true; the breath of her sigh was clearly felt as it bounced off her back.
“I don’t know.”
“You’re so perfect. Yet you had to leave me.”
“I know right, death’s a bitch. I’d love to stay and catch up, but I’d get in trouble if I stay too long. So sweet dreams, my baby.”
Her somber nights ended since the night of the letter. The rain pelting against her umbrella was now a sound she listened with ease, nightly walks alone became a cheerful walk for two. She got used to simple things again; laughing, playing, happiness.
She is very well alive, and it’s only up to her to live her life. Her special someone taught her, and smiling in silent gratitude replaced the seemingly endless nights of crying.