[drabble] MONSTER
Title: Monster
Fandom: Big Bang
Author: yoyocchi
Pairing: G-Dragon/OC
Rating: G
Genre: angst, romance
Note: based on my drawing
Summary: There is a fine line between everything.
Fairytales are shit.
Since the beginning, they are too good to be true.
In the end, oil and water will always be oil and water. There will never be a mixture between those two elements. Just like us, monsters and humans. Neither of us will accept one another.
I was fooled. For a piece of the time the world had offered, I thought we were really meant to be together. We were only living creatures who fell into the deep pit we called “love” and we didn’t see anything sinful with that. There were no single boundaries between us unlike what the myth loved to tattle-tale the little kids to scare them.
It was so easy to hold her hands, as if it had always been a part a part of me.
I had never been this wrong.
I try to run away from this disgusting grasp. It’s so cold, heartless, and hopeless. It’s sucking all the memory of her loving warmth that are etched on my skin. I scream. And I fight despite that it has sucked most of my energy for its convinience to capture me easily.
I begin to forget how a warmth feel like. I begin to forget the way to hold on the hope like how I used to do.
And I forget the existence of hope when she closes her eyes from the reality before her and walks away.
Who is the heartless monster here?
My stretched arm never reaches her and so does my voice calling out her name.
The light dims down at every further step she takes.
I give in to the dark in the end, letting my self swallowed back to the realm where I am supposed to be.
And she never looks back.
Fandom: Big Bang
Author: yoyocchi
Pairing: G-Dragon/OC
Rating: G
Genre: angst, romance
Note: based on my drawing
Summary: There is a fine line between everything.
Fairytales are shit.
Since the beginning, they are too good to be true.
In the end, oil and water will always be oil and water. There will never be a mixture between those two elements. Just like us, monsters and humans. Neither of us will accept one another.
I was fooled. For a piece of the time the world had offered, I thought we were really meant to be together. We were only living creatures who fell into the deep pit we called “love” and we didn’t see anything sinful with that. There were no single boundaries between us unlike what the myth loved to tattle-tale the little kids to scare them.
It was so easy to hold her hands, as if it had always been a part a part of me.
I had never been this wrong.
I try to run away from this disgusting grasp. It’s so cold, heartless, and hopeless. It’s sucking all the memory of her loving warmth that are etched on my skin. I scream. And I fight despite that it has sucked most of my energy for its convinience to capture me easily.
I begin to forget how a warmth feel like. I begin to forget the way to hold on the hope like how I used to do.
And I forget the existence of hope when she closes her eyes from the reality before her and walks away.
Who is the heartless monster here?
My stretched arm never reaches her and so does my voice calling out her name.
The light dims down at every further step she takes.
I give in to the dark in the end, letting my self swallowed back to the realm where I am supposed to be.
And she never looks back.