I gently remove the hair strands from her face, placing them behind her ears.
She looks serene,
at peace.
The afternoon sun shines over her. Her lips always seem moist.
I continue to sit by her, caressing her head. If she wakes up I will be in trouble, I smile thinking of her disproval.
Time does smooth all creases. I can sit by her like this, yet she will continue to sleep in peace. Without her realising it, I have become such a natural existence to her, like the air around her, an existence she is too used to, to take notice of.
She stirs.
I tuck her in. Placing a small kiss on her cheek.
She opens her eyes a little, still in a daze.
"Jaeha-ya."
I smile back, coaxing her back to sleep.
I lay beside her.
Holding her hand, I lay still.
I will wait.
Wait, till she of her own accord embraces me.
Till that day arrives, I am happy.
Happy with these small centimetres I am closer to her.
At least she is here.
She is alive.
She is alive.
here.
"Why are you crying?"
a lazy voice calls out to me. A warm touch on my cheeks.
I look at her.
She is alive.
I embrace her.
"You can scold me later, but for now, let me feel that you are alive."
With reluctant helplessness, she allowed my actions. Patting my back rhythmically.
A funny picture.
Me, a large man, cowering in her embrace, trying to disappear with in it.
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The K2
FanfictionAmong all the power and the glitz and glam, Hides a lattice of thorns, many call it diamond. She shines, she glows, wherever she goes, Perfect she may be, however were you told? Behind the smile, under the lies. Hides the woman whom every one despi...
