Cloud Atlas
Group : DBSK
Disclaimer :I own whatever non-existing plot that thing has.
Pairing : Yunjae
Genre : angst-ish, romance, AU, fantasy
Summary : The storm raging far over me covered the sound of my heart breaking
Cloud Atlas
Not sure when it all began.
When all the little rays of happyness became tangible.
When life just happened.
But I remember his laugh, his delicate, so nearly silent laugh. The way he made it seem like a whisper around us that tore clouds apart and made rain a distant memory. How it surrounded him so perfectly. How it made his eyes shine.
How much I loved him.
And I remember all the times my fingertips caressed his skin, just there, barely a touch, really, but enough to make him know. To make him feel.
He would smile sometimes, when I dared to brush the souple flesh with what felt like insane bravery, painting his lips with kisses I could never give him in a sigh.
He was a breath I didn’t know I was holding all my life, and watching him sprawled in the grass, alight with the simple and beautiful glow of life, I knew he was the one breath I would remember and hold onto throughout mine.
It rained on the day of his funerals.
I couldn’t watch it. The storm raging far over me covered the sound of my heart breaking and the screams nobody ever heard. How I cried for him when he was gone….
But the clouds split again at the sound of his voice, one sunny day, and I learned how to breath all over again. I played with the honey strands of his hair, ran after his laugh on flowery hills, kissed his reddened cheeks on early mornings. I made clouds descend upon earth to catch him when he’d fall, to try and lift him off the ground just to see the awe in his eyes.
I tried and tried again, lives after lives, clouds after clouds, to bring him back. To stop the storms and the heartbreaks. To take him where he belonged. To finally have him by my side. To stop the chaos threads of his old wings left all around me, pitiful strokes of dreams still attached to my legs. I really tried.
And lives after lives, no cloud was left untouched. I would save him, that’s what I told myself after every painful scar the thunder would engrave in me. I would save him from the fall, and he would save me from the storms, from the pain I couldn’t endure thousands of lifetimes again, but still had to.
Until the day he was no more. No laugh to clear the sky of ivory clouds. No soft hair to run my invisible fingers into when he wasn’t looking.
No more life.
No more him.
And for the first time, I asked myself when ? When would mine ever end ? Finally. Hopefully. But it never came…
What came however, was the whisper of his laugh, warm against my skin, and fingers entertwining with mine. Beautiful doe eyes shining and rosy lips smiling with that simple and beautiful glow only life, and love, can give.
Old, ragged clouds clung to his back like absurd wings would, and they shivered under my touch, white stripes of a barely there fog that brought him back to me.
They absorded the tears we cried in each others embrace. They became alive again, growing, shining, protecting. And we watched them, never letting go of our hands, we watched them expand over the world and shelter more laughters, more clear voices in grassy fields on sunny days.
We watched life, perched high on our clouds, and it was beautiful.
Together, it was perfect.
*
A/N: ...can't believe I wrote something. I'm sitting here like O_O. Bite my ass if you want to, but i feel like I've come back from a coma and i can finally breathe again.
For those who didn't watch that beautiful movie that is Cloud Atlas, go for it now. If only for the simply genious soundtrack. I wrote this little drabble here while high on this. Enjoy.
Disclaimer :I own whatever non-existing plot that thing has.
Pairing : Yunjae
Genre : angst-ish, romance, AU, fantasy
Summary : The storm raging far over me covered the sound of my heart breaking
Cloud Atlas
Not sure when it all began.
When all the little rays of happyness became tangible.
When life just happened.
But I remember his laugh, his delicate, so nearly silent laugh. The way he made it seem like a whisper around us that tore clouds apart and made rain a distant memory. How it surrounded him so perfectly. How it made his eyes shine.
How much I loved him.
And I remember all the times my fingertips caressed his skin, just there, barely a touch, really, but enough to make him know. To make him feel.
He would smile sometimes, when I dared to brush the souple flesh with what felt like insane bravery, painting his lips with kisses I could never give him in a sigh.
He was a breath I didn’t know I was holding all my life, and watching him sprawled in the grass, alight with the simple and beautiful glow of life, I knew he was the one breath I would remember and hold onto throughout mine.
It rained on the day of his funerals.
I couldn’t watch it. The storm raging far over me covered the sound of my heart breaking and the screams nobody ever heard. How I cried for him when he was gone….
But the clouds split again at the sound of his voice, one sunny day, and I learned how to breath all over again. I played with the honey strands of his hair, ran after his laugh on flowery hills, kissed his reddened cheeks on early mornings. I made clouds descend upon earth to catch him when he’d fall, to try and lift him off the ground just to see the awe in his eyes.
I tried and tried again, lives after lives, clouds after clouds, to bring him back. To stop the storms and the heartbreaks. To take him where he belonged. To finally have him by my side. To stop the chaos threads of his old wings left all around me, pitiful strokes of dreams still attached to my legs. I really tried.
And lives after lives, no cloud was left untouched. I would save him, that’s what I told myself after every painful scar the thunder would engrave in me. I would save him from the fall, and he would save me from the storms, from the pain I couldn’t endure thousands of lifetimes again, but still had to.
Until the day he was no more. No laugh to clear the sky of ivory clouds. No soft hair to run my invisible fingers into when he wasn’t looking.
No more life.
No more him.
And for the first time, I asked myself when ? When would mine ever end ? Finally. Hopefully. But it never came…
What came however, was the whisper of his laugh, warm against my skin, and fingers entertwining with mine. Beautiful doe eyes shining and rosy lips smiling with that simple and beautiful glow only life, and love, can give.
Old, ragged clouds clung to his back like absurd wings would, and they shivered under my touch, white stripes of a barely there fog that brought him back to me.
They absorded the tears we cried in each others embrace. They became alive again, growing, shining, protecting. And we watched them, never letting go of our hands, we watched them expand over the world and shelter more laughters, more clear voices in grassy fields on sunny days.
We watched life, perched high on our clouds, and it was beautiful.
Together, it was perfect.
*
A/N: ...can't believe I wrote something. I'm sitting here like O_O. Bite my ass if you want to, but i feel like I've come back from a coma and i can finally breathe again.
For those who didn't watch that beautiful movie that is Cloud Atlas, go for it now. If only for the simply genious soundtrack. I wrote this little drabble here while high on this. Enjoy.