the prettiest piece of me; junsu
The Prettiest Piece of Me
348 words; first-person junsu; slight yoosu
Isn't my breakdown so pretty? The way it trickles into neat little piles of dust, like fairy dust; I see it all sparkly and pretty like morning dew or nighttime rain. Suddenly the world is a lovely, deadly place -- kind of like a rose, an overused simile. Never liked roses, so cliché, like a breakdown, a letdown; let's try to turn this around!
Oh how I smile and smile and smile, aren't I dainty? Don't I look delicate enough to hurt, strong enough to endure? You know me well, and you know me best, you know I will survive this, don't you? (Because more than anything, let me lower my voice, I need you to tell me I can before I go crazy. Hey, look at me. I can't look you in the eye but I think you should watch me. I might do something dangerous for once. Once twice, who's keeping track?) Wow, you've always been so bad with words, though you wouldn't agree. It's cute, really, I think I really like you for it. Hah.
This is mine, mine, mine. You don't get this pretty part of me. It's delicate and soft and a million other girly words I would hate to use to describe me. You don't get this! Why do you want this? This doesn't need your care. You silly fool, stop trying to fix me, I'm far too broken. Why can't we just play (pretend)? Old and used and I'm used and battered and all we are is battered and old (news).
Oh how interesting we are in pieces as we fall apart. I think this piece of me is most special. Won't you help me run away and hide it? We can bury it deep in the forest. Maybe if we're lucky, a wolf will come on by someday, eat it while I'm far away and make it disappear completely.
How long does it take a child to piece a puzzle together?
Yoochun will help him put himself back together, but there's no guarantee he won't try to steal a piece.
348 words; first-person junsu; slight yoosu
Isn't my breakdown so pretty? The way it trickles into neat little piles of dust, like fairy dust; I see it all sparkly and pretty like morning dew or nighttime rain. Suddenly the world is a lovely, deadly place -- kind of like a rose, an overused simile. Never liked roses, so cliché, like a breakdown, a letdown; let's try to turn this around!
Oh how I smile and smile and smile, aren't I dainty? Don't I look delicate enough to hurt, strong enough to endure? You know me well, and you know me best, you know I will survive this, don't you? (Because more than anything, let me lower my voice, I need you to tell me I can before I go crazy. Hey, look at me. I can't look you in the eye but I think you should watch me. I might do something dangerous for once. Once twice, who's keeping track?) Wow, you've always been so bad with words, though you wouldn't agree. It's cute, really, I think I really like you for it. Hah.
This is mine, mine, mine. You don't get this pretty part of me. It's delicate and soft and a million other girly words I would hate to use to describe me. You don't get this! Why do you want this? This doesn't need your care. You silly fool, stop trying to fix me, I'm far too broken. Why can't we just play (pretend)? Old and used and I'm used and battered and all we are is battered and old (news).
Oh how interesting we are in pieces as we fall apart. I think this piece of me is most special. Won't you help me run away and hide it? We can bury it deep in the forest. Maybe if we're lucky, a wolf will come on by someday, eat it while I'm far away and make it disappear completely.
How long does it take a child to piece a puzzle together?
Yoochun will help him put himself back together, but there's no guarantee he won't try to steal a piece.