Drabble - Affliction
Title: Affliction
Focus: Yoochun
Rating: R
Genre: Dark; Angst; AU
200 words.
Warning: Self-inflicted harm.
A/N: So different from my usual stuff. :|
'i can't love you anymore,' he says.
you don't reply, stare blankly at the ground, and he gets up.
'goodbye, yoochun.'
'bye,' you whisper, but he's already out the door, out of your life, gone forever.
numb. you feel numb.
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your heart is empty and you try to replace it by drowning yourself in the countless bottles of bittersweet liquor. there's a hole in your chest, you've convinced yourself, a gaping hole and you don't like the way it just rests there. so you fill it up with alcohol. it's a substitute for that one thing you lost.
you stumble into your apartment, too lazy to turn on any lights, and you knock into the furniture and walk into walls, tripping over your feet and land on the ground. it doesn't hurt. nothing hurts. but you want to feel pain, want to feel the hurt you're supposed to feel. it hasn't kicked in yet, and you want to cry. want to forget and move on, get over this- but you can't. everything just feels too numb.
can't fucking feel anything and it's frustrating.
one slow stroke at a time, blood trickles down your arm and it's warm. the wound burns and your whole body collects heat from the agony. it feels good, excruciatingly painful. it's what you should be feeling- this kind of suffering. you go deeper and everything's set on fire.
when you stop, the hole resets in your chest too fast, and you feel numb again.
one slow stroke at a time.
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Focus: Yoochun
Rating: R
Genre: Dark; Angst; AU
200 words.
Warning: Self-inflicted harm.
A/N: So different from my usual stuff. :|
'i can't love you anymore,' he says.
you don't reply, stare blankly at the ground, and he gets up.
'goodbye, yoochun.'
'bye,' you whisper, but he's already out the door, out of your life, gone forever.
numb. you feel numb.
-
your heart is empty and you try to replace it by drowning yourself in the countless bottles of bittersweet liquor. there's a hole in your chest, you've convinced yourself, a gaping hole and you don't like the way it just rests there. so you fill it up with alcohol. it's a substitute for that one thing you lost.
you stumble into your apartment, too lazy to turn on any lights, and you knock into the furniture and walk into walls, tripping over your feet and land on the ground. it doesn't hurt. nothing hurts. but you want to feel pain, want to feel the hurt you're supposed to feel. it hasn't kicked in yet, and you want to cry. want to forget and move on, get over this- but you can't. everything just feels too numb.
can't fucking feel anything and it's frustrating.
one slow stroke at a time, blood trickles down your arm and it's warm. the wound burns and your whole body collects heat from the agony. it feels good, excruciatingly painful. it's what you should be feeling- this kind of suffering. you go deeper and everything's set on fire.
when you stop, the hole resets in your chest too fast, and you feel numb again.
one slow stroke at a time.
---
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