Sing
Title: Sing
Pairing: kyuhan
Genre: Angst
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: don't own anyone
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SING
Everyone always talks about how you sing in such a sad and heartbreaking way, how it makes people freeze in awe, how it makes them cry. You suppose they are right. When you sing those songs, you channel your heartache and sadness and the longing into the lyrics; flashes of hugs and interlocked hands that are not yours flitting painfully through your mind.
You don’t think you’ll ever sing again. You listen to the songs you sang before and you laugh, or cry, you can’t really tell anymore, because you realized, you weren’t sad back then, not at all. That was just mere self pity and jealousy. Pain? You had no idea. Now, now you truly understand the meaning of that word. Now you would give anything to feel that way from watching them again, because that means he’s still here for you to watch. You couldn’t care less now whose hand he took, because now even the thought of him is enough to render you motionless; the raw sense of loss burning in the hollowness inside of you.
You don’t want to know what will happen if you were to sing now, now that he is gone…
Pairing: kyuhan
Genre: Angst
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: don't own anyone
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SING
Everyone always talks about how you sing in such a sad and heartbreaking way, how it makes people freeze in awe, how it makes them cry. You suppose they are right. When you sing those songs, you channel your heartache and sadness and the longing into the lyrics; flashes of hugs and interlocked hands that are not yours flitting painfully through your mind.
You don’t think you’ll ever sing again. You listen to the songs you sang before and you laugh, or cry, you can’t really tell anymore, because you realized, you weren’t sad back then, not at all. That was just mere self pity and jealousy. Pain? You had no idea. Now, now you truly understand the meaning of that word. Now you would give anything to feel that way from watching them again, because that means he’s still here for you to watch. You couldn’t care less now whose hand he took, because now even the thought of him is enough to render you motionless; the raw sense of loss burning in the hollowness inside of you.
You don’t want to know what will happen if you were to sing now, now that he is gone…