A Rose By Any Other Name
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sapphoatsunsetTitle: A Rose By Any Other Name
Author: beililee
Rating: G
Pairing: Shindong X Shindong
Disclaimer: Don’t own
Prompt: #32 - Roses (49 of 100)
Word Count: 247
Warnings: depressing…
A/N: 100 Fic Archive || This drabble serves as a teaser for a fic I might write, want to write.
Author: beililee
Rating: G
Pairing: Shindong X Shindong
Disclaimer: Don’t own
Prompt: #32 - Roses (49 of 100)
Word Count: 247
Warnings: depressing…
A/N: 100 Fic Archive || This drabble serves as a teaser for a fic I might write, want to write.
Nobody really knew how it had happened, what had caused Shindong to faint at the concert in front of a million screaming fans that all simultaneously fell silent with horror and fright, what had made him so sickly, pale, a wasted version of his former self; at least, no one knew when it began.
But later it was revealed, the hidden pain in their bubble of joy, the pinprick hole that weakened it.
Shindong had wished for it, wished for it harder than anything, but would never let himself go at his own hands. He prayed for a miracle, a miracle of death, a miracle coming of the Grim Reaper.
It was almost a miracle. But Shindong lived, a fraction of his former self, memories gone like protected witnesses, hidden away under new identities in new parts of his frazzled mind. The only thing that remained was the roses, dead like the love they signified, pressed between pages of a diary long kept hidden, only found when it was too late to undo the damage, color fading like Shindong himself as words jumped at the readers, the masked suffering suddenly apparent, heart-wrenchingly so.
“There was a rose today, yesterday, the day before. But today’s was the last, the last I can receive before my heart breaks, the last he can give before she breaks his. Why did he give me roses at all? Roses… Roses… Their beauty, the beauty of love itself, is just pain now.”
But later it was revealed, the hidden pain in their bubble of joy, the pinprick hole that weakened it.
Shindong had wished for it, wished for it harder than anything, but would never let himself go at his own hands. He prayed for a miracle, a miracle of death, a miracle coming of the Grim Reaper.
It was almost a miracle. But Shindong lived, a fraction of his former self, memories gone like protected witnesses, hidden away under new identities in new parts of his frazzled mind. The only thing that remained was the roses, dead like the love they signified, pressed between pages of a diary long kept hidden, only found when it was too late to undo the damage, color fading like Shindong himself as words jumped at the readers, the masked suffering suddenly apparent, heart-wrenchingly so.
“There was a rose today, yesterday, the day before. But today’s was the last, the last I can receive before my heart breaks, the last he can give before she breaks his. Why did he give me roses at all? Roses… Roses… Their beauty, the beauty of love itself, is just pain now.”
Re: WHAT?!!!!
Date: 2008-06-17 07:13 pm (UTC)and this really isn't finished (it's just a teaser, as i feel out whether or not people want to read a full version or not ^^), but i was going into withdrawals or something from not posting fic lol...
thank you~
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