Drabble: Makeshift Destiny
Imagination. Imagination and a few pencils later. A small nudge and a hearty flourish, each one brought him to life.
Cho Kyuhyun stared at her. Blankly. Blankly, because that’s all he was yet capable of. With every brush on the pitied sheet she called her canvas, Kyuhyun winced. Winced at the sharp strokes that pierced his flesh, flesh made by the sharp strokes. The lead hit his eye. It smoothed the uneven curves of an eyelid, forcing him to blink. Kyuhyun blinked, surprised that he can.
Choi Sooyoung’s lips twitched into a tiny groove. Her eyes were dull from losing the sparkle she constantly rubbed off, leaving only the blear. Her eyebrows furrowed, but that was it. Kyuhyun tried to imitate her lips, tried to imitate what he thought was a smile.
Sooyoung clutched what she could grab. Clutched until the paper crumbled, letting her hand slide down rigidly. Slowly, slowly-
“Sooyoung?” That voice. Familiar.
The soft waves that was his hair, the creases of his almond eyes, the strained smile. Familiar, he was too.
Sooyoung hand hilted to a stop, the paper lay lifeless in its wake. She held on to his heart, the heart her hands couldn’t breathe life to. She held on.
And then there were tears. Tears Kyuhyun knew he put there as he tried to hold on too, hold on to the heart he didn’t notice was crushed when all he did was clutch.