1stPOV/Mayuko's
Was this a healing for myself?
I had lost track of everything in this universe for the moment. A warm hand, smile, and mostly a heart was all it took to replenish my painful memories. Somehow the world seemed to glow as he led me out that suffocating room into the hallway.
It was still the afternoon as I looked out one of the windows then back at Chanyeol's marvelous face. I traced everything about him as if he was a colorful rainbow than I would only see once in a life-time.
Chanyeol released a sigh as he turned around looking down at me a little, "Wooh, finally were out that room, felt so dull in there, anyhow your Mayuko right?"
Quickly not wanting to seem dumb, I snapped out my awing moment and replied with a nod, "Y-Yes." I had stopped myself from asking how he knew that but even I should know the answer to that. Who wouldn't know the girl that slapped the leader and now is dating him. Pittiful I would say.
His big eyes blinked as he brought his hand up making me shreik back in fear for the moment. It wasn't because I didn't trust him, it was just a reflex I picked up my entire life, espically in this place. I could never know when a person would think to hit me so this was the outcome of it.
Chanyeol lightly laughed with his minty breath scent being flowed in my nose since I had inhaled and exhaled from relief. I felt his fingers pull a strand of my hair lightly as I watched a white form of dust float down through the bright light. A angel was all my thoughts could calculate to call this tall glorious man of good deeds in front of me.
Then those ripe yet plump pink lips smiled as he looked down upon me when he put his hand down back to his side. "There, you now look like a perfect princess with out the lint...ah-"
Suddenly falling down like a snowflake was racing down my cheek, a tear of happiness came out my eye. I was happy that my heart could confide in a person with out any troubling thoughts of a harmful past.
"W-What's wrong? Did I do something wrong? I'm sorry, I shouldn't be touching you so freely since you don't know me", he said to me with eyes full of sought and regret.
"No!", I shouted way to loudly with out any thought of respect going through my senseless mind."S-Sorry", I immediately said with my hands squeezing one another looking away.
Once again I messed up, why am I always like this. When will there actually be a moment I can become perfect? Even almost perfect will be better than anything.
As these thoughts stringed through my mind and tasteless tears surged down my cheeks this time from disappointment and sadness, I then took the liberty to take a deep breath and looked at him with sad eyes meeting his confused ones, "It's not you, your too perfect to cry over, its-"
