Thursday, August 12, 2010

[Fic] Kiss shita mama, sayonara

First fic on the blog =^.^=
Hope you'll like it~



Yoochun's POV



Sayonara

It rained on Tokyo since the morning, as if the sky poured its tears on the city. A man stood, alone, not trying to protect himself from the rain. He let the drops run on his cheeks, mingling with his tears. Slowly, he knelt and posed a bouquet on a stele, and murmured…

Sayonara


- Flashback -



That could not be possible. No, it was impossible. One lied to him. He had not left. He was there, always at his sides, laughing with least at his errors, smiling to least of his hesitations, holding his hand to reassure him before going up on scene. He had not left. All that was only lie.

Open your eyes. Just look at me now.


He will not see any more this gleam in his eyes when he posed his glance on him. He will not feel any more his arms around his size, around his shoulders when they discussed. He will not spend any more long moments smoking at his sides in silence. What made their daily newspaper will not exist now any more.

Please, tell me a little lie.

But he was unable to tell him the least lie. All that his friend could do was to cry with him, trying to be made with the idea that he would not be there any more to share the moments of joy and sorrow with them. Little by little, he lost foot. Little by little, he felt the tears to run on his cheeks, his tears which refused to run since Junsu had said to him that it was finished, that he would be never again there.


- End of flashback -


It is true, we weren't conscious of it this day when we discussed. Now, I can only cry, cry, cry.

He stood up slowly, and raised his eyes to the sky. The drops of rain flooded his face.

You will stay in my heart for ever.

Vis-a-vis the sky, he tightened his fists. These tears which rolled along his cheeks, they would be the last. The last which he would pour for him. The last which he would let appear. He knew that his heart would cry forever the disappearance of his friend, of this person that everyone named “soulmate”. Now, he was to face in the future. He would always cherish his memories but he was to advance. Then last once, he was allowed to cry and he cried…

Sayonara.


Author: Louvela @LJ

credit: Lou
shared by: DBSGuardians Angels

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