Love on the Ice [oneshot]
Title: Love on the Ice
Rating: PG13 ('for mature themes' *snicker*)
Form: Oneshot
Words: 625
Genre: angst, ...death?
Summary: He feels nothing but the cold empty spaces inside.
A/N: I don't know why I'm writing this crap. ^^; I was listening to Love on the Ice, and decided I should write a fic about it.
It'd be good if you could listen to the song as you read it. Here's a handy copy of it, just press play. ^_^
If you'd like to read the translation of Love in the Ice, it's over here at DBSKer Archives
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He came every day in the winter to sit by the pond.
Nobody else came to sit in the park, the cool cutting winds and dampness of the snow closing out people from the pure, white cold world.
He came though, every day, and sat on the snow covered bench beside the pond, arms wrapped around his waist as he stared into the frozen ice, nothing but the grey skies and bare branches reflected there.
The world went on around him, without him, the silence and stillness encasing the young man in nothing but his own thoughts, memories that tortured his soul and glazed his mind. His heart, already shattered and scattered over that frozen mirror, felt nothing, heard nothing anymore. There were only the memories, the faded scents, the forgotten whispers of touch over his face and the ghost of a kiss on his lips.
The sharp bite of the wind on his arms and cheeks were hardly felt, drowned by the jagged edges of his cracked soul cutting against his insides, wanting to escape and wash away to where it could feel again, where the cold did not freeze it into immovability.
He’d been kissed here, beside this pond.
I’ll always keep you warm against the cold.
He’d been taken into warm, strong arms here, beside this pond.
I’ll always carry you when you can’t go on.
He’d looked down into strong, warm hands, and seen his heart cradled there. Seen it shine with all that he could be, blooming in the warmth of the love of those tender hands as it was held to another heart, beating together with love.
He’d been in love here, beside this pond.
I’ll always be here to protect you.
He’d been loved here, beside this pond.
I’ll always keep your heart safe.
Now this place held nothing but cold emptiness, and he waited for what would never come again. There was no laughter here, only silence. There was no life here, only emptiness. There was no love here, only the cold of the ice.
He’d lost everything, far before this. He’d only had those hands to hold him, only had that touch to warm him. And now, there was nothing left for him, nothing left inside of him except the cold empty spaces.
One day, the snow fell on his face, and he looked up from the pond, scanning the sky. It looked down on him, grey and heavy, and he stood from the bench. His steps were slow, but steady, as he walked down the bank leaving footprints in the snow behind him and exposing the dead brown grass under the white.
He stepped out onto the ice, careful and slow so as not to fall, as he walked across the mirrored surface, the cloudy grey skies watching him from above and below.
In the middle of the pond, he stopped, kneeling down onto the cold plain and sweeping the snow from its surface. He looked down into the distorted image of himself, which was not him at all, but the only thing that had warmed him, only a winter ago. He touched the face with his frozen fingers, a salty drop of liquid falling onto the pale watery cheek to ice over in seconds.
He blinked, wondering at the wetness in his eyes and the reflection faded into his own. His fingers slid over the smooth surface, his body lying down against the frozen surface of the pond, his cheek pressing into the chilled pane and his eyes sliding closed.
The cold of the outside met the cold inside, and he let out a breath, finally at peace as he waited for the ice to crack.
I’ll always keep you warm against the cold.
Rating: PG13 ('for mature themes' *snicker*)
Form: Oneshot
Words: 625
Genre: angst, ...death?
Summary: He feels nothing but the cold empty spaces inside.
A/N: I don't know why I'm writing this crap. ^^; I was listening to Love on the Ice, and decided I should write a fic about it.
It'd be good if you could listen to the song as you read it. Here's a handy copy of it, just press play. ^_^
If you'd like to read the translation of Love in the Ice, it's over here at DBSKer Archives
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He came every day in the winter to sit by the pond.
Nobody else came to sit in the park, the cool cutting winds and dampness of the snow closing out people from the pure, white cold world.
He came though, every day, and sat on the snow covered bench beside the pond, arms wrapped around his waist as he stared into the frozen ice, nothing but the grey skies and bare branches reflected there.
The world went on around him, without him, the silence and stillness encasing the young man in nothing but his own thoughts, memories that tortured his soul and glazed his mind. His heart, already shattered and scattered over that frozen mirror, felt nothing, heard nothing anymore. There were only the memories, the faded scents, the forgotten whispers of touch over his face and the ghost of a kiss on his lips.
The sharp bite of the wind on his arms and cheeks were hardly felt, drowned by the jagged edges of his cracked soul cutting against his insides, wanting to escape and wash away to where it could feel again, where the cold did not freeze it into immovability.
He’d been kissed here, beside this pond.
I’ll always keep you warm against the cold.
He’d been taken into warm, strong arms here, beside this pond.
I’ll always carry you when you can’t go on.
He’d looked down into strong, warm hands, and seen his heart cradled there. Seen it shine with all that he could be, blooming in the warmth of the love of those tender hands as it was held to another heart, beating together with love.
He’d been in love here, beside this pond.
I’ll always be here to protect you.
He’d been loved here, beside this pond.
I’ll always keep your heart safe.
Now this place held nothing but cold emptiness, and he waited for what would never come again. There was no laughter here, only silence. There was no life here, only emptiness. There was no love here, only the cold of the ice.
He’d lost everything, far before this. He’d only had those hands to hold him, only had that touch to warm him. And now, there was nothing left for him, nothing left inside of him except the cold empty spaces.
One day, the snow fell on his face, and he looked up from the pond, scanning the sky. It looked down on him, grey and heavy, and he stood from the bench. His steps were slow, but steady, as he walked down the bank leaving footprints in the snow behind him and exposing the dead brown grass under the white.
He stepped out onto the ice, careful and slow so as not to fall, as he walked across the mirrored surface, the cloudy grey skies watching him from above and below.
In the middle of the pond, he stopped, kneeling down onto the cold plain and sweeping the snow from its surface. He looked down into the distorted image of himself, which was not him at all, but the only thing that had warmed him, only a winter ago. He touched the face with his frozen fingers, a salty drop of liquid falling onto the pale watery cheek to ice over in seconds.
He blinked, wondering at the wetness in his eyes and the reflection faded into his own. His fingers slid over the smooth surface, his body lying down against the frozen surface of the pond, his cheek pressing into the chilled pane and his eyes sliding closed.
The cold of the outside met the cold inside, and he let out a breath, finally at peace as he waited for the ice to crack.
I’ll always keep you warm against the cold.