Tomorrow is a blur for everyone but not for her. She knows too well that her future is just a repeat of her past. Bloody. Cold. Bruised. That will be her. Will she risk to have that tomorrow again just to treasure the blink of happiness before it w...
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His touch was warmth. His hold was a promise of safety. His caress was a whisper of eternal love. His embrace was my world... and so I gave him mine.
~ Memory Journal: Brothel page 12 ~
He never thought their meeting would be like in the movie. It's like the favorite scene of his favorite romance... two lovers... with longing in their eyes... under the pouring rain... kissing. They are not kissing though, but damn well, he would give everything to take her lips and know what they taste like. But he would creep her out if he does that.
Yet, he's a creep. He had found it out ever since he had been eavesdropping on his neighbor's conversations with Haru - the fluffy white cat. He had been wanting to hear her soothing voice... had been wanting to see her. And when he had seen a glimpse, he wanted to meet her, shake her hands, and feel the softness of her skin. He wanted to know how her days fare ... know what drives her to wake up in the early morning and pace around her little garden... know what has been bothering her... what's been making her frown or smile. Above all, he wants to see how she laughs. Would her eyes crescent like little moons? Would she sound like the happy tingling of a wind chime on a peaceful day? Or boisterous and carefree? He wants to know everything about her... more than a neighbor should.
He purposely didn't go with his hyungs for drinks. Nowadays, he prefers to be at home, at his balcony, with a bottle of soju. He only hoped that she would be there again and he could listen again to her quite rumblings. He misses her that much. He badly wants to meet her.
Isn't he a creep?
And now, with the glorious fate, she's on his arms. Who knew he would not just meet her but feel her so close.
A while ago, he was only standing by his balcony, looking sadly at the pouring rain with a soju on hand. He was expecting for a heavy snowfall, not a thunderous rain. It would be nice to see snow piling on the ground. He was also sad to know that once again, her house is empty. The lights are off and Haru is not even around. His heart had been upset knowing that he couldn't hear her this time, again. Yet, as he reminisced on her soothing voice as she talked and whined through the night stars, the night before, he saw her. It was unexpected to see her soaking under the rain. It was more unexpected for her to be sitting at the side of the street and looking so down. He thought that she was hurt especially with the way she plopped on the concrete. Without any second thought he ran fast for her rescue, made sure to wear the only bucket hat and an umbrella he had on his coat rack.
The excitement of seeing her so near made him forget his manners.
He is a creep for even with the fright on her eyes, and the sorry state she's in, he thinks nothing else but to feel more of her warmth and her softness against his body. The rain that is starting to soak him as well doesn't even register on his brain. He doesn't even mind how he let go of the umbrella just to pull her over before she could fall.
