A Song For The Lonely [shou/hiroto]
Title: A Song For The Lonely
Author: uebo14
Pairing/s: Shou/Hiroto
Genre: Angst, romance
Warnings: Bleeding and yaoi.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, unfortunately. D:
Summary: What happens in a night of secrets and deep wounds?
A Song For The Lonely
He was there, I didn't see him, he was the one who healed my wounds that night. His eyes were the shade of dark brown as he cried in front of me, worried, what if he dies? I told him to not worry, for I am strong with him by my side. Behold, this wonderful person of a million words, Shou, who held my hand and cured me.
That glum night as I cried and pinched the skin surrounding the deep red wound in my leg, I opened the windows for the cool breeze to come in. I breathed heavily as I looked up to the stars.Why is this wound so painful? I didn't cry this much when I last lost my balance and tripped. And there I realized that the only thing that holds back my tears was this one person providing me happiness, Shou, who sings from the heart and grasps my heart with his writings.
Happiness is such an easy word to say. People ask you what you're feeling, may it be hungry, sad, blank or pissed. But I always end up answering I'm happy when I'm not.
The randomness that I felt that night overcame me and I started to touch my wound with my saliva covered fingers, gasping at the pain it caused me. My knees shivered as the blood trickled down to my foot, wiping it with another hand as I sang a song that popped into my mind.
I was unable to notice. Even the sound of my own heart
It just has to become someone else's rhythm, and stay there without changing
I shivered at the thought of being alone.
I don't want to be alone.
All of these years that I held the guitar, as I strum, as I dance, as I sing...if I could change anything, I would change this single accident, where I twisted my foot and accidentally tripped, to my knees, the corner of my table hitting my leg. It hurts, it bleeds.
And there, out of the blue, Shou opened the door to my house as he kept the duplicates of the keys in his pocket, running to me as he cradled me in his arms. He wiped the tears like those boys in movies, like a prince coming to my rescue, like some man who looks all so perfect in my eyes. He embraced me and then ran to the kitchen where he got cloth and other stuff; I didn't care because what's important is that he's here.
He wrapped it tightly around my bleeding wound, making sure that it was tied properly in a knot. Shou called my name, twice, Hiroto, and caressed the side of my face. "I came late. I broke my promise to you," he said.
I shook my head. "No. It's okay. I don't even know that you promised that to me,"
And there, we kissed like two people in love.
And that throbbing feeling of having him near me made me happy.
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P.S. Please press CTRL + if you have difficulty reading the small font. <3
Basically, it's just a short story of angst and how Hiroto feels about stuff. And there, Shou came, clearing all his uncertainities. This is why I put the wound there, he keeps on hurting himself, and Shou cured him. I hope this clears you up, tho! ^_^"
&&I know. It's short. But I guess I portrayed the message that I wanted to show somehow. Written for aliceinfiction's Week 12 prompt, Hidden Promises. I hope I did it right and there were no misunderstandings. Comments are appreciated and any constructive and nicely said criticism is good, too. ♥
Author: uebo14
Pairing/s: Shou/Hiroto
Genre: Angst, romance
Warnings: Bleeding and yaoi.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, unfortunately. D:
Summary: What happens in a night of secrets and deep wounds?
A Song For The Lonely
He was there, I didn't see him, he was the one who healed my wounds that night. His eyes were the shade of dark brown as he cried in front of me, worried, what if he dies? I told him to not worry, for I am strong with him by my side. Behold, this wonderful person of a million words, Shou, who held my hand and cured me.
That glum night as I cried and pinched the skin surrounding the deep red wound in my leg, I opened the windows for the cool breeze to come in. I breathed heavily as I looked up to the stars.Why is this wound so painful? I didn't cry this much when I last lost my balance and tripped. And there I realized that the only thing that holds back my tears was this one person providing me happiness, Shou, who sings from the heart and grasps my heart with his writings.
Happiness is such an easy word to say. People ask you what you're feeling, may it be hungry, sad, blank or pissed. But I always end up answering I'm happy when I'm not.
The randomness that I felt that night overcame me and I started to touch my wound with my saliva covered fingers, gasping at the pain it caused me. My knees shivered as the blood trickled down to my foot, wiping it with another hand as I sang a song that popped into my mind.
I was unable to notice. Even the sound of my own heart
It just has to become someone else's rhythm, and stay there without changing
I shivered at the thought of being alone.
I don't want to be alone.
All of these years that I held the guitar, as I strum, as I dance, as I sing...if I could change anything, I would change this single accident, where I twisted my foot and accidentally tripped, to my knees, the corner of my table hitting my leg. It hurts, it bleeds.
And there, out of the blue, Shou opened the door to my house as he kept the duplicates of the keys in his pocket, running to me as he cradled me in his arms. He wiped the tears like those boys in movies, like a prince coming to my rescue, like some man who looks all so perfect in my eyes. He embraced me and then ran to the kitchen where he got cloth and other stuff; I didn't care because what's important is that he's here.
He wrapped it tightly around my bleeding wound, making sure that it was tied properly in a knot. Shou called my name, twice, Hiroto, and caressed the side of my face. "I came late. I broke my promise to you," he said.
I shook my head. "No. It's okay. I don't even know that you promised that to me,"
And there, we kissed like two people in love.
And that throbbing feeling of having him near me made me happy.
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P.S. Please press CTRL + if you have difficulty reading the small font. <3
Basically, it's just a short story of angst and how Hiroto feels about stuff. And there, Shou came, clearing all his uncertainities. This is why I put the wound there, he keeps on hurting himself, and Shou cured him. I hope this clears you up, tho! ^_^"
&&I know. It's short. But I guess I portrayed the message that I wanted to show somehow. Written for aliceinfiction's Week 12 prompt, Hidden Promises. I hope I did it right and there were no misunderstandings. Comments are appreciated and any constructive and nicely said criticism is good, too. ♥