Weather forecast: winter frost
Dear Diary,
Weather: sunny with frost
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“Annyeong, oppa!”
From a (long) distance, you shout-greet me cheerily, happily… excited, with that eager smile that goes to your eyes and speaks to my heart.
I can barely see you through the crowd.
Glimpses of your hair…
Your eyes…
Your waving arms…
Your feet… walking, jogging, skipping, tripping a little…
Your smile…
But I could always spot you in the crowd.
The excited bounce in your step and your huge wave which has your hand swinging haphazardly from left to right has passer-bys ducking to avoid being hit, or turning around to look at you. But you couldn’t care less.
I smile.
This is what I love about you.
And in the harsh winter cold, my heart warms infinitely yet freezes forevermore.
You approach me, still grinning broadly, carelessly… happy, carefree.
And my heart clenches.
So near, yet so far.
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We settle down at a café you love.
At the café where I fell in love with you.
Again and again.
We order our drinks and wait in comfortable silence, so little spoken, yet so much said.
You lay your hands on the table, impatiently drumming your fingers on the tabletop, yet an easy smile plays on your lips.
I always loved how slim your fingers were. They look so fragile, so delicate, yet they always seem to promise infinite warmth and happiness-…
I couldn’t stop staring.
Curious at my silence, you duck your head to look at me in the eye.
I turn up to stare into your huge eyes, larger than normal, as you peer at me questioningly.
A serving of lemon juice to the stabbing, bleeding wound on this heart, thank you.
You follow my gaze to the ring on your finger.
Your left ring finger.
And the huge diamond on that silver band.
Your fingers still seem so light, so delicate.
And the anger bubbled in me.
That finger wouldn’t be able to take that weight. That huge, gaudy ring in such stark contrast with those thin, slim fingers.
It would weigh your finger, your hand down.
It would weigh you down.
The ugly ring.
That gaudy diamond.
All that said you are his.
His.
You saw the surprise on my face but fortunately missed the barely-masked anger and disgust.
“Oh…” You blush, waving that left hand a little, as though embarrassed by the attention on it. As though there is nothing to make of it.
But it means the world.
It means the world to me…
“I meant to tell you about this…” You trip a little over your words… shy, apologetic for having not told me immediately.
Please.
Please say it isn't.
Please say it isn't... Pl-.
“Minho-…”
My heart froze over.
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new series based on the poll earlier! they're (mostly) gonna be short and sweet.
i've been listening to this one song which is inspiration for this fic so many times the last 3 months, my ears could bleed. and just writing this chapter, i had to listen to these 2 lines on repeat, just to get the feel. so i hope you guys enjoy this! =)
anyone wants spots for future updates? =) and any guesses for who the characters are? =D comments would be greatly appreciated. also, there is a mailing list in case anyone (?) is interested in being notified as and when i update. =) ALSO! anyone going for the kcc thing on the 28th in london? =D happy boxing day and happy new year in advance! boxing day sales are so bad for the wallet but SO. GOOD. for the soul. ^^