[fic] #95 Drowning - ShiHan
Title: 095. Drowning
Rating: G
Pairing: WC - ShiHan
Archive: 013/100
Notes: Continuation of ZhangLiYin's PVs. Angst.
Their picture sat on the mantle piece. It wasn't a wedding picture or any thing matrimonial. It was of them as children. The two of them, and not of her.
He took good care of her, as he had promised so many years ago when he finally asked her to marry him. She had no need to perform anymore and he didn't bother with it either. It brought back too many bad memories. With an inherited fortune, they had the choice to live in the lap of luxury, but she would have none of it. It was her choice for them to live in the small hovel on the streets instead of in the shining lights of the city where he grew up.
She taught dance to the village children, a tool to keep her mind off the past. He did nothing of the sort. He was away from home most of the time and she knew not what he did. It wasn't that she didn't care, but respected his need for privacy. He came home to her and that's all that mattered.
He doesn't smile except for the faint ghost of a grin every once in a while and the shade of laughter whenever she did something silly, but it was few and far between and nothing like how he used to smile, those dimple-filled, carefree grins that lit up his face and the room.
It was only when he did not come home one day that she worried. He never stayed out the night unless he informed her, in low, hushed tones next to her ear as he left his usual good-bye kiss. He missed dinner and breakfast the next morning and it was almost dusk before she finally sought him out.
She found him in a place not too far away from home, but a place they knew too well.
The bridge had not changed and neither did the scenery, just as beautiful as before. His tall frame silhouetted against the setting sun, hunched as he leaned against the low railing, overlooking the river and the boats that traveled under.
"Shiwon?" She called out to him, voice soft as it had always been. He didn't turn, but the shift in his posture that told her that he knew she was there. "It's almost dinner."
"I'll be home shortly." His voice wasn't sharp, but the edge flashed dangerously. She didn't take any offense.
"Of course." She bowed her head and left him on his own. There was no need for her to be there any longer. Dinner was made and became cold and she sat at the table, waited till morning, till there was a knock at her door. She glanced at the calender and realized what day it was.
"I'm sorry, miss, but your husband..."
He finally did go home.
Rating: G
Pairing: WC - ShiHan
Archive: 013/100
Notes: Continuation of ZhangLiYin's PVs. Angst.
Their picture sat on the mantle piece. It wasn't a wedding picture or any thing matrimonial. It was of them as children. The two of them, and not of her.
He took good care of her, as he had promised so many years ago when he finally asked her to marry him. She had no need to perform anymore and he didn't bother with it either. It brought back too many bad memories. With an inherited fortune, they had the choice to live in the lap of luxury, but she would have none of it. It was her choice for them to live in the small hovel on the streets instead of in the shining lights of the city where he grew up.
She taught dance to the village children, a tool to keep her mind off the past. He did nothing of the sort. He was away from home most of the time and she knew not what he did. It wasn't that she didn't care, but respected his need for privacy. He came home to her and that's all that mattered.
He doesn't smile except for the faint ghost of a grin every once in a while and the shade of laughter whenever she did something silly, but it was few and far between and nothing like how he used to smile, those dimple-filled, carefree grins that lit up his face and the room.
It was only when he did not come home one day that she worried. He never stayed out the night unless he informed her, in low, hushed tones next to her ear as he left his usual good-bye kiss. He missed dinner and breakfast the next morning and it was almost dusk before she finally sought him out.
She found him in a place not too far away from home, but a place they knew too well.
The bridge had not changed and neither did the scenery, just as beautiful as before. His tall frame silhouetted against the setting sun, hunched as he leaned against the low railing, overlooking the river and the boats that traveled under.
"Shiwon?" She called out to him, voice soft as it had always been. He didn't turn, but the shift in his posture that told her that he knew she was there. "It's almost dinner."
"I'll be home shortly." His voice wasn't sharp, but the edge flashed dangerously. She didn't take any offense.
"Of course." She bowed her head and left him on his own. There was no need for her to be there any longer. Dinner was made and became cold and she sat at the table, waited till morning, till there was a knock at her door. She glanced at the calender and realized what day it was.
"I'm sorry, miss, but your husband..."
He finally did go home.