[drabble] Words
Title: Words
Author: diamondsofsix
Beta: lykwhoah
Prompt: Ending for je_prompts
Genre: general
Pairings: Yasuda/Subaru
Word count: 500
Rating: G
Disclaimer: No affiliation or owning.
Notes: Constructive criticism is very much encouraged as always!
It was one of those days again. The ones when we didn’t exchange a single word. Not unless it was something short like a message or an order. And they were never given happily; it burned in my throat every time I had to open my mouth to throw something in your direction. Because of that I made sure to make it as sharp and noncommittal as possible; it was the only way I managed to get it out. You didn’t want to look at me, only nodded your head once and that was enough of an answer. You probably never agreed to what I said, but it must have hurt you as much it did me and because of that you let it rest.
The reasons why it was like this between us must have been many and varied, we had been so close for so many years, after all. Just how many was it? Nine? Or was it ten? No, it must have been more, I hardly remember.
You were sitting in the corner of the sofa, just like you always did. That was your place, in a way. It felt so right to see you sit there while you listened to music. I wonder what it was. Maybe a song that reminded you of me, of what we had, despite these days?
You looked up, but let your gaze glide past me as if I wasn’t even there, or even worse; as if I had no meaning to you. These days made it so hard to smile, almost more difficult than to talk, because it wasn’t you I was smiling to. Perhaps that would have solved everything, if I had just managed.
I know there must have been more people in the room, walking around and minding their own business, I hardly noticed them though; my thoughts being completely occupied by you. Of course I tried to do everything to make it appear as if I cared just as little about you, as you cared about me, but you must have seen me staring.
The curtains were drawn away from the window and the sun was already on its way down. The sunrays hit you directly and the nutbrown colour of your skin shone a beautiful gold in contrast to the black hair. Those locks which curled so delicately in the nape of your neck when you didn’t have them tied back in a hairband. But you looked good in that too, you looked good in everything.
You were tired; I could see that on your taunt shoulders and the way you let your hand glide over your eyes. Maybe that was why we didn’t talk that day.
Now, in retrospect, I usually sit by myself and fill all these days with memories we never made. Instead of sharp words I imagine long conversations about everything and nothing. But not even in my thoughts can I conjure up the courage to tell you that-
Well, that doesn’t matter anymore.
Author: diamondsofsix
Beta: lykwhoah
Prompt: Ending for je_prompts
Genre: general
Pairings: Yasuda/Subaru
Word count: 500
Rating: G
Disclaimer: No affiliation or owning.
Notes: Constructive criticism is very much encouraged as always!
It was one of those days again. The ones when we didn’t exchange a single word. Not unless it was something short like a message or an order. And they were never given happily; it burned in my throat every time I had to open my mouth to throw something in your direction. Because of that I made sure to make it as sharp and noncommittal as possible; it was the only way I managed to get it out. You didn’t want to look at me, only nodded your head once and that was enough of an answer. You probably never agreed to what I said, but it must have hurt you as much it did me and because of that you let it rest.
The reasons why it was like this between us must have been many and varied, we had been so close for so many years, after all. Just how many was it? Nine? Or was it ten? No, it must have been more, I hardly remember.
You were sitting in the corner of the sofa, just like you always did. That was your place, in a way. It felt so right to see you sit there while you listened to music. I wonder what it was. Maybe a song that reminded you of me, of what we had, despite these days?
You looked up, but let your gaze glide past me as if I wasn’t even there, or even worse; as if I had no meaning to you. These days made it so hard to smile, almost more difficult than to talk, because it wasn’t you I was smiling to. Perhaps that would have solved everything, if I had just managed.
I know there must have been more people in the room, walking around and minding their own business, I hardly noticed them though; my thoughts being completely occupied by you. Of course I tried to do everything to make it appear as if I cared just as little about you, as you cared about me, but you must have seen me staring.
The curtains were drawn away from the window and the sun was already on its way down. The sunrays hit you directly and the nutbrown colour of your skin shone a beautiful gold in contrast to the black hair. Those locks which curled so delicately in the nape of your neck when you didn’t have them tied back in a hairband. But you looked good in that too, you looked good in everything.
You were tired; I could see that on your taunt shoulders and the way you let your hand glide over your eyes. Maybe that was why we didn’t talk that day.
Now, in retrospect, I usually sit by myself and fill all these days with memories we never made. Instead of sharp words I imagine long conversations about everything and nothing. But not even in my thoughts can I conjure up the courage to tell you that-
Well, that doesn’t matter anymore.