[fic]
title: Beautiful Night
rating: G
fandom: Super Junior
pairing: Any one-sided Wookie lovin' you want. (Ryeo-centric)
summary: It's a perfect night in every way but for one.
comments: Songfic. Lyrics from "Beautiful Night" by Paul McCartney. Written for the songfic contest at miracle______
It’s a beautiful night
Tonight is a beautiful night. One of those perfect cliché’s that you read about or see in the romance novels and movies. The sky itself looks like a warm cloak of black velvet, sprinkled with a dusting of glowing stars. It looks thick and warm and like it just might come and enfold you within its velvety softness any minute now. The moon, not yet full, is clear and bright and shines with an ethereal warmth that you could bask in. The air is warm with only the softest hint of a breeze whispering through it and there are patches of dark cloud here and there, but tonight, on this beautiful night, they look like castles to you.
Pretty castle’s in the sky
It’s a perfect night, a beautiful night.
But not for you.
As pretty as the sky and the stars and the moon and the whispering breeze are, you can’t see them that way. It’s a perfect night, in every way but for one.
You’re alone.
You’re lonely.
A night like this might be beautiful, but only when you have someone there to share it with you and you don’t. Every beautiful night since, you have spent alone. And you know, every beautiful night yet to come, you will spend alone.
It’s a beautiful night for love
A night like tonight is supposed to make you smile, fill you with warmth and make everything in the world seem good. But all it does to you is make your eyes fill with sadness as your body trembles and your heart aches almost to the point of breaking.
You whisper words softly to yourself. It’s such a soft sound that you barely hear it, yet your words are the only sound in that room, and they fill it up completely and hang ringing in your ears.
“It’s a beautiful night … it’s a beautiful night …”
You repeat the words, your litany, as if you’re trying to convince yourself. Perhaps you are.
It’s a beautiful night, but all you can think about is what you’re missing. That person, that one person, who could truly make tonight beautiful for you.
Make it a beautiful night for me
But he isn’t here. He’s not here with you tonight. And you know he never will be.
And I’m left stranded, wondering why
- end -
rating: G
fandom: Super Junior
pairing: Any one-sided Wookie lovin' you want. (Ryeo-centric)
summary: It's a perfect night in every way but for one.
comments: Songfic. Lyrics from "Beautiful Night" by Paul McCartney. Written for the songfic contest at miracle______
It’s a beautiful night
Tonight is a beautiful night. One of those perfect cliché’s that you read about or see in the romance novels and movies. The sky itself looks like a warm cloak of black velvet, sprinkled with a dusting of glowing stars. It looks thick and warm and like it just might come and enfold you within its velvety softness any minute now. The moon, not yet full, is clear and bright and shines with an ethereal warmth that you could bask in. The air is warm with only the softest hint of a breeze whispering through it and there are patches of dark cloud here and there, but tonight, on this beautiful night, they look like castles to you.
Pretty castle’s in the sky
It’s a perfect night, a beautiful night.
But not for you.
As pretty as the sky and the stars and the moon and the whispering breeze are, you can’t see them that way. It’s a perfect night, in every way but for one.
You’re alone.
You’re lonely.
A night like this might be beautiful, but only when you have someone there to share it with you and you don’t. Every beautiful night since, you have spent alone. And you know, every beautiful night yet to come, you will spend alone.
It’s a beautiful night for love
A night like tonight is supposed to make you smile, fill you with warmth and make everything in the world seem good. But all it does to you is make your eyes fill with sadness as your body trembles and your heart aches almost to the point of breaking.
You whisper words softly to yourself. It’s such a soft sound that you barely hear it, yet your words are the only sound in that room, and they fill it up completely and hang ringing in your ears.
“It’s a beautiful night … it’s a beautiful night …”
You repeat the words, your litany, as if you’re trying to convince yourself. Perhaps you are.
It’s a beautiful night, but all you can think about is what you’re missing. That person, that one person, who could truly make tonight beautiful for you.
Make it a beautiful night for me
But he isn’t here. He’s not here with you tonight. And you know he never will be.
And I’m left stranded, wondering why
- end -