prism [ kim s.j ] ( fin )

† 29

      "wait what!?" jaeyeol exclaimed. "i'm being the prick now?!"

     "yes you are uncle! okay!?"

     "how!"

     "i don't know how! okay!?" she cursed herself - her voice broke. it went softer, tired. "i don't know."

     "you do know tha -"

     "yes."

     "and that guy -"

     "yes." her head throbbed.

     "so hurt me instead of him." he exclaimed, sitting down the couch, a distance away from her winded form, curled up toes. he missed how she would look above her knees, her eyes crinkling to a smile, giggles. those russet eyes have a strained colour now, always down and plain. bland, bare, bleak.

     "but i'll hurt myself," her fingers shook, scalp itchy and clenched tightly by nails. "i'm tired of hurting myself, of hurting you.

     "but i need you, but i don't want you to be so burdened about me. live your life, don't cry because of me. please -"

     a cry of glass abused on to the wall, its red colour staining rufescent light from the street light outside her apartment. a shimmer of red specks.

     but she was used to the sound though - the shatter, clank. she hears it every night as she thinks of why she let him in her mess so fluidly, so mercilessly.

     because kyu has always been a selfish prick like that.