POOL OF TEARS {Preview}
Dreams do come true. Just not exactly the way you want them to.
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After recovering from a drastic accident, Kyuhyun realizes that he has gained the ability to look into a certain person's life, without her knowing.
With a frugal attempt to help the suffering girl he finds that he cannot control her environment or her... but he could try.
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Hello! ^O^
My very first fic here! *happy dance*
This time imma write a mid-shot(I invented the word myself, ha!!), um...something like a novelette? i.e it won't be very long. But knowing myself all too well I'm guessing it'll somehow turn out to be very long! :/
I don't update very often, sowee, but that's not just because I'm a lazy ass (which is partly true!) but also because i have a sick, too tiresome, life outside this. Much like everyone else! *weeps*
So anyways, proceeding to more important thingy... so here goes:
Main characters:
Cho Kyuhyun as Cho Kyuhyun(of SuJu)
Fictional girl as Han AeYoung
Leeteuk as Leeteuk(of SuJu)
[Other Super Junior members as minors]
Genre:
Suspense, thriller and fantasy would be the major outlook of the story with some romance in the background.
I'm still not sure if I wanna add smut. I'm really not good at it. D:
Coz I'm just too shy...
Could be rated M for violence and/or disturbing scenes and possible smut.
Disclaimer:
The following is an original work of fiction. Celebrity names are borrowed and all events and other characters in the story are fictional
All rights reserved. Distribution without consent is strictly prohibited.
Foreword
He opened his eyes slowly, savouring each second, when he heard the church bell ring at a distance, indicating the coming of dusk. He turned his head to one side and noticed a girl in a worn out white gown, sitting on a big brown box. He squinted his eyes, and after close scrutiny, realized that the big brown box was actually a bed. ‘What is a bed doing in the middle of a lawn?’ he thought as he raised himself, still resting on his elbows. That’s when he realized what he was seeing and he sat up with a sudden jerk.
It was the girl from his dream.(Not as good as it ‘literally’ sounds!)
His eyes were straining with the intensity of the shock and his breath was escaping in rough gasps. He heard a mild creak, like that of a damp wooden door, and turned around. He saw a single, dark mahogany coloured, wooden door and frame standing delicately on the grassy lawn.
The frame swayed slightly in the light breeze and looked as if could topple over any moment, and the door shut with a little ‘click’. And what happened next was like in detailed slow motion. As he turned back to the girl, which seemed to take a couple of minutes rather than seconds, his surroundings started dissolving. Dark gray walls started to rise all around him from beneath the green base, the grass was sucked underneath the floor, wooden panels falling on top of it, layering the whole area within the boundary created by the murky walls. A roof magically appeared above him and a single window expanded from the wall opposite to him. The wind and sunshine, that he had imagined, were completely blocked. Instead, there was a damp, sour smell emanating from the room, as if it hadn’t been used in days, suffocating him. And there, sitting right before him, was the girl, holding a small, glass container.
He was back here again. Him, with this girl.