a drabble of nothingness
Pairing: Joon/Thunder
Rating: G
He stood in the middle of the living room, the last of his things in his hands - toothbrush, random pair of socks, and his favorite writing notebook- and thought he should feel more, something, anything. Instead, listening to the retching sounds from the bathroom down the hall, he only felt nothing. Like when the tears streamed down Joon's face, he simply stood and stared. Words from the night before echoed in his head - useless, stupid, worthless, retarded. It seemed he should care about a year of his life disintegrating and vanishing right before his eyes but he didn't....couldn't. The reverberating insults from last night sheltered his heart and he pondered if he would ever feel anything ever again or if complete numbness could last a lifetime. He listened to the sobs mixed in with the dry-heaving from down the hall, shrugged, and walked out the front door.
Rating: G
He stood in the middle of the living room, the last of his things in his hands - toothbrush, random pair of socks, and his favorite writing notebook- and thought he should feel more, something, anything. Instead, listening to the retching sounds from the bathroom down the hall, he only felt nothing. Like when the tears streamed down Joon's face, he simply stood and stared. Words from the night before echoed in his head - useless, stupid, worthless, retarded. It seemed he should care about a year of his life disintegrating and vanishing right before his eyes but he didn't....couldn't. The reverberating insults from last night sheltered his heart and he pondered if he would ever feel anything ever again or if complete numbness could last a lifetime. He listened to the sobs mixed in with the dry-heaving from down the hall, shrugged, and walked out the front door.