Always
Your slight stature seemed small... delicate, even - although you would hit me for saying that. Your hair barely brushed my chin as I pull you close, the younger you. You are expressionless, but you don't pull away, standing there stiffly as though you barely care, but your fingers curl around mine intimately when I take your small hand in mine.
The older you would glare, and push me away, storming off with a cold look intended to dispel ice deep into people's veins. Ironically, it is a look I am accustomed to, and far from feeling the chips of ice which should numb me, the feeling is quite the opposite. I would smile at your retreating back, knowing that you know this too. It is as if we are in a show, both playing our parts, and we both know this well - even if you refuse to admit it.
The head of the younger you now rests gently against my chest, but your gaze remains the same as before, pondering, turned within. You know me, are touching me even when you frequently assert your dislike of touching. You are comfortable enough to stand this way with me, even when it is another you crave.
But he is not here.
He cannot join you in your world, trapped in his prison. Time is limited, even though it stretches to infinity for him. Alone in the darkness, don't you think he craves for you too?
I am not the me that you know, but, we are still one and the same. I can finally touch you with my physical self, not a mere illusion, a ghost of who I really am. Even as you are, and perhaps because of it, the feeling that you give me now remains the same as it ever was, if not stronger.
No matter how you look, how old you are, how you treat me...
I still love you.
Always and forever.
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A fic a day, in stores now.
I feel like a nut. Anyway. If my intention was not clear, I am trying to write a short piece every day, which means I will write it, even if I must stay up until 1 to finish it! Which means this is yesterday's. |||OTL
Inspired by an image, although I'm not too sure I got my point across.
Isn't it sad I can't feel this way in real life?
The older you would glare, and push me away, storming off with a cold look intended to dispel ice deep into people's veins. Ironically, it is a look I am accustomed to, and far from feeling the chips of ice which should numb me, the feeling is quite the opposite. I would smile at your retreating back, knowing that you know this too. It is as if we are in a show, both playing our parts, and we both know this well - even if you refuse to admit it.
The head of the younger you now rests gently against my chest, but your gaze remains the same as before, pondering, turned within. You know me, are touching me even when you frequently assert your dislike of touching. You are comfortable enough to stand this way with me, even when it is another you crave.
But he is not here.
He cannot join you in your world, trapped in his prison. Time is limited, even though it stretches to infinity for him. Alone in the darkness, don't you think he craves for you too?
I am not the me that you know, but, we are still one and the same. I can finally touch you with my physical self, not a mere illusion, a ghost of who I really am. Even as you are, and perhaps because of it, the feeling that you give me now remains the same as it ever was, if not stronger.
No matter how you look, how old you are, how you treat me...
I still love you.
Always and forever.
_________________________________________________________________________
A fic a day, in stores now.
I feel like a nut. Anyway. If my intention was not clear, I am trying to write a short piece every day, which means I will write it, even if I must stay up until 1 to finish it! Which means this is yesterday's. |||OTL
Inspired by an image, although I'm not too sure I got my point across.
Isn't it sad I can't feel this way in real life?