Updating is being slightly disturbing, especially this chap – you'll understand why by reading -. Not updating seems equally disturbing (attention-seeking anyone?) and hatefully eurocentric. Hence, I don't even like Pontius-Pilating, but that's exactly what I'm going to do because everything feels uncomfortable and I don't know what could be the proper behaviour now.
Please, in the while, stand and donate for Ukraine and don't indulge in Russophobia.
Pyongyang, 2028, June
On one day, he dreamed the elf crying and telling him she was sorry. It was a deep, hopeless cry that had him shivering.
What was happening? His blood froze.
It had been a dream, he kept repeating himself while half asleep. Just a bad dream because he was feeling moody. A nightmare, that was what it had been, just a nightmare.
However, the weeping wasn't stopping. The tickling of her hair on his hand wasn't. The sobbing sounded heart breaking. Yeobo don't cry. Yeobo it's not your fault. Yeobo I'm alive, I'll be fine but please don't cry.
Was that weeping maybe true and not a dream? Was it maybe one of the shadows? And why the shadows should cry like that? The idea frightened him, and the shock produced a rush of adrenaline that fully awakened the man, making him aware that there really was someone crying and holding his hand.
Jeong Hyeok tried to press his fingers to make the shadow know that he was awake.
"JEONG HYEOK!!!"
That voice!
The hand in his, tiny hand.
The pianist began to pant, the heart rushing, jolting, beating like a drum, pum pum pum! Elf, elf, elf, elf, elf. You're alive. You're here. It was lacking him the brave to open his eyes and discover it had been just a dream. Elf, elf, elf, elf, elf, elf, elf, elf, elf, elf. Yeobo. He was sure she would have come, sure! She wouldn't have left him alone!
No, it couldn't be a dream, it couldn't. Her hand was her hand, her voice was her voice, and he could feel her tears wetting his arms.
"Yeobo," Jeong Hyeok tried to articulate, though it didn't come out much more than a coughing rattle.
"Wait! Don't talk."
In-ah squeezed something wet on his lips, letting the drops of water fall one by one, big, restoring and slow, until he pressed her hand to warn her that it was enough.
The room was in a semi-darkness. Her tears falling on him as she wrapped everything she could wrap of his body without moving the IV nor burdening his battered bones.
There was a moment, it maybe lasted minutes, maybe seconds or maybe hours. They just stayed like that, as entwined as they could, making their limbs one, their breathes one, their thoughts one, the warmth of their skins a single warmth that radiated from the one to the other and back.
And since their tears were uncontrollable, they didn't bother to control them, and their mourning become one too.
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