Fanfiction - Dreams (drabble set)
Title: Dreams (Drabble Set)
Author: Ritsu (crazy_otaku911)
Pairing: Various
Rating: PG
Summary: Dreams don't always come true the way you want them to.
Disclaimer: This work is purely fiction.
Warnings: Angst.
A/N: Beta'd by dritree <3
I present to you a different side of HSJ's debut. Not the happy excited one, but the one where they struggle to become a group and to find themselves.
Broken:
His tears broke my heart as they trailed down his cheeks, leaving glistening streaks behind. “It's over...” He said finally, his voice coming out with obvious difficulty. “I...I was so stupid to think we could make it.” Fresh raindrops leaked from those beautiful eyes and I held him close.
“I know...” I murmured, feeling our pains mix together and hating for it to be so similar. He didn't deserve this...and honestly, I didn't think I deserved it either. The heart was such a hard thing to mend and even harder to mend properly.
We vowed to help each other...But maybe we'll just end up broken as well.
Truth:
“I can't do this anymore...” He looked away and I wanted to cry. I should have seen this coming and maybe I had. But that didn't mean I wanted it to end.
“Can't we just try another day...?” I pleaded softly. I hated that my voice came out in a whine.
He looked at me, sorrowful. “It's not that I don't love you...I honestly, truthfully do...But I just can't take this right now.”
We held hands for a few moments longer and then he turned, leaving behind nothing but a trail of moonlight.
I watched him go, breathless. But to myself I thought, maybe he really can't take it now.
But maybe it could be better in the future.
Beauty
His happiness was beautiful. The way he laughed, the way he had a smile for anyone, and the way he made me feel every time he said hello. It was beautiful.
His love was beautiful...But it wasn't mine. I'd watch them, side by side, so close in a way that I could never dream of being with him. I was so jealous but I couldn't help but be in awe of his beauty.
Even now, he still makes my heart race. Nothing changes. He still smiles, he still laughs, and he still greets me.
He is still beautiful.
Connection
We really had no connection. We only barely knew each other, but that change the day he sat next to me and asked how I did it. How I handled my break-up and why.
“I loved him...and it was just getting to be hard...I don't want to be a burden to him.” I answered as honestly as possible and I didn't deny that I wished I'd been selfish.
He smiled and I was struck at how understanding he was. “Love is painful...isn't it?” He asked quietly.
I just nodded, seeing as there wasn't much to reply to that.
“I'm not asking for your love.” He went on. “But I'll offer you my ear. Talk to me.”
I hesitated, looking at him curiously. “Why?”
“Because I know what he went through...and I know what you're going through.”
I accepted. Maybe there was a connection.
Tragedy
We never wanted this. We never asked for this. While not everyone would say they were happy the way things were, I had been.
Sometimes I still hate them. I look at them and wonder why this even happened. I know I can't blame them...but sometimes I still do.
You never see the fights, so you wouldn't know we have our problems.
Sometimes I feel like just letting it all go. The spotlight isn't worth all the tears and exhaustion and pain. Stepping away from this all...it'd be like a dream.
Or maybe it would be a nightmare. But the moments come when I'd take Hell over what's happening to all of us.
It's tragic.
~*~*~*~*~
Comments and Feedback would be loved~! ♥
Author: Ritsu (crazy_otaku911)
Pairing: Various
Rating: PG
Summary: Dreams don't always come true the way you want them to.
Disclaimer: This work is purely fiction.
Warnings: Angst.
A/N: Beta'd by dritree <3
I present to you a different side of HSJ's debut. Not the happy excited one, but the one where they struggle to become a group and to find themselves.
Broken:
His tears broke my heart as they trailed down his cheeks, leaving glistening streaks behind. “It's over...” He said finally, his voice coming out with obvious difficulty. “I...I was so stupid to think we could make it.” Fresh raindrops leaked from those beautiful eyes and I held him close.
“I know...” I murmured, feeling our pains mix together and hating for it to be so similar. He didn't deserve this...and honestly, I didn't think I deserved it either. The heart was such a hard thing to mend and even harder to mend properly.
We vowed to help each other...But maybe we'll just end up broken as well.
Truth:
“I can't do this anymore...” He looked away and I wanted to cry. I should have seen this coming and maybe I had. But that didn't mean I wanted it to end.
“Can't we just try another day...?” I pleaded softly. I hated that my voice came out in a whine.
He looked at me, sorrowful. “It's not that I don't love you...I honestly, truthfully do...But I just can't take this right now.”
We held hands for a few moments longer and then he turned, leaving behind nothing but a trail of moonlight.
I watched him go, breathless. But to myself I thought, maybe he really can't take it now.
But maybe it could be better in the future.
Beauty
His happiness was beautiful. The way he laughed, the way he had a smile for anyone, and the way he made me feel every time he said hello. It was beautiful.
His love was beautiful...But it wasn't mine. I'd watch them, side by side, so close in a way that I could never dream of being with him. I was so jealous but I couldn't help but be in awe of his beauty.
Even now, he still makes my heart race. Nothing changes. He still smiles, he still laughs, and he still greets me.
He is still beautiful.
Connection
We really had no connection. We only barely knew each other, but that change the day he sat next to me and asked how I did it. How I handled my break-up and why.
“I loved him...and it was just getting to be hard...I don't want to be a burden to him.” I answered as honestly as possible and I didn't deny that I wished I'd been selfish.
He smiled and I was struck at how understanding he was. “Love is painful...isn't it?” He asked quietly.
I just nodded, seeing as there wasn't much to reply to that.
“I'm not asking for your love.” He went on. “But I'll offer you my ear. Talk to me.”
I hesitated, looking at him curiously. “Why?”
“Because I know what he went through...and I know what you're going through.”
I accepted. Maybe there was a connection.
Tragedy
We never wanted this. We never asked for this. While not everyone would say they were happy the way things were, I had been.
Sometimes I still hate them. I look at them and wonder why this even happened. I know I can't blame them...but sometimes I still do.
You never see the fights, so you wouldn't know we have our problems.
Sometimes I feel like just letting it all go. The spotlight isn't worth all the tears and exhaustion and pain. Stepping away from this all...it'd be like a dream.
Or maybe it would be a nightmare. But the moments come when I'd take Hell over what's happening to all of us.
It's tragic.
~*~*~*~*~
Comments and Feedback would be loved~! ♥