Nine of SwordsChapter(s):
Romance, angst, AURating:
Don't own anything except for my stories.Summary: My eyes were still shut, but I was awake.Comment:
Question: should I post it on jrockyaoi or smth? It's more like a plug your own pairing anyway. ._.
Also, this one was written last November 2007, and was based on HYDE's song Shallow Sleep.
EDIT: Oh yeah! I wanna know if you plugged any pairing in this fic~ if so, who are they? I wanna know~ Sankyuu~ ^^
Bright rays of the sun penetrated through the snow white curtains that covered my windows. I could feel it slightly caress my face, despite being under a thin sheet of fabric I call a blanket. My eyes were still shut, but I was awake. I could feel your soft breaths against my neck.
My chest felt heavy, but I knew that it was only your arms embracing me. At that a small curve formed at the edge of my pallid lips, yet to be moist as I have just woken up from my sleep. There was nothing more I could ask of.
I refused to open my eyes even if the sun stubbornly directed its blinding light on me. The sea hadn’t been giving as well; having its waves crash ever so loudly as if to irk me and rob you of your sweet slumber. Not even I would dare do that. Not to you.
I wanted to go back to sleep. But I couldn’t. And in the following moments I felt a small amount of tears well on the corner of my eyes, at the same time feeling the weight in my chest decreasing abruptly; you were taking your arms off me. Immediately I move my hand to reach yours, as if to say ‘don’t let go.’ But I was too late.
At that I promptly opened my eyes, oblivious of the blinding sun that greeted them. As my eyesight have adjusted to the light, my eyes widened in horror.
You weren’t there. You were never there.
And I, engulfed by the illusion that you were holding me all those times, have been brought back to the reality where you never subsisted.
Slowly I removed the blanket that hugged my weakened body and straightened up. Beads of tears trickled down my ashen face as I turned my head towards the spot which you should have been, asking myself whether you were real, or just a figment of my imagination.
Lifting my face and unconsciously staring blankly into the break of dawn, I wished never to have woken from the reverie that filled my shallow sleep, where you exist.