Unbreaking Me (A Short Narratives Collection Vol. 2)

Do You Know?

Do you know?

I've always hated chocolates. But the moment you gave them to me, those little pods coated brown within boxes of red with a ribbon on top. Your name on a card, sealed with a promise of sweet beginnings...

I learned to love them.

"You're going to make me fat." I said, but he only snorted and pushed the box into my hands, saying that I looked perfect and that if I did get fat, or if I did get ugly as I claimed I would, then that would be fine.

"How is that fine?"

"That way people won't look at you." He answered as he popped a chocolate into his mouth, his lips coating over the sweet treat.

"How is that a good thing?"

He chuckled and placed the box down. "It's a good thing because," he leaned in close to me, our noses practically touching. "If they won't look at you, no one can steal you away from me."


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Do you know?

I hated big crowds. I hated the feeling of people pushing in on me; of heat and sweat combining in the air, suffocating me.

But amidst the crowd, the stage stands in all its majesty; lights flickering like little stars...though it is nothing compared to you who stood there: the brightest star of them all.

I watched you sing and dance, watched you do what you loved most in the world. And somehow that was enough. As long as you were happy living your dream, I was happy.

"Did you see me?" He grinned as I walked up to him backstage, his arms immediately encircling my waist and lifting me up from the ground. His embrace always warmed my heart.

"Of course."

He put me down and gave me a pout, "You weren't looking at the other members were you?"

"Well I had to look--" he kisses me, long and deep, my words dispersing like a puff of smoke as I felt myself succumb to the warmth of his lips.

"You're not allowed to look at anyone else but me." He said as we parted and I smirked, pinching his nose. "Possessive."

"You're mine." He bopped my nose, making me giggle. "Don't forget it."

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Do you know?

I hated being sick. I hated runny noses that make it hard to breathe, of dizziness pulling me down to bed like a magnet.

But when you cooked that water-tasting soup and stayed with me all day to watch over my sickly form, I knew I could learn to love sick leaves.

He nuzzled beside me despite my protests, hugging me close. He hummed against my hair comfortingly, soothing my dizziness. "Sleep." He murmured as he kissed the side of my head. "I'll be here to keep the pain away."

I smiled, inhaling his scent as I nuzzled close to his chest. "Oppa?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm having trouble breathing."

He snapped up at my remark with worried eyes, "Let me get--" before he could move out of the bed, I pulled him down and cupped his cheek. "I don't mean it literally."

He looked down at me with a questioning gaze as I held his hand and moved it towards the left side of my chest.

"I can't breathe." I said. "Because you love me too much."

His eyes softened at my words and he reached out to trace the side of my face with his thumb. "Then we're just going to have to share lungs. Cause I have no plans of loving you less."

With that being said, I smiled. Despite the cheesiness of it all, I knew he spoke of the truth for I too have no plans of loving him any less than I already do.

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Do you know?

I fought hard. Fought hard to stay only to be swept away by the wind, leaving you behind with traces of my ashes.

I hated seeing you cry, hated how you pleaded for me to stay... Hated seeing how you almost went out of your mind and came with me.

"Y/N..." He whispered every night; the mere thought of me haunts his dreams.

I destroyed him as life destroyed me, and pushed me out of existence.

But do you know?

Do you know that I still hope?

Hope that he knew my heart is still his though there's no more beats for it to drum;

Hope he knew that even if my body no longer breathes...

I still find it hard to take a breath.

END

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Angst, I know. keke~ I hope you liked it though. I really liked my quotes here. <3 Some deep (cheesy) stuff :P

-Kaye Allen