I wish I were different.
Superhuman, even.
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But I give up. I'm just as terribly if not worsely flawed than any other human being. I didn't know how to rid myself of this gravitation.
These butterfly bones would shatter before the wings broke free again.
A crossing of the paths in these confining walls. My solar system was not free. Not free, not vast and eternal and welcoming. I couldn't flee or hide. Fear? Fearing contact. Fearing to proximity would break me.
I'm glad I could look you straight in the eye and not give in to the overwhelming force of attraction, to the deceptively comforting darkness. I had a personal star, momentarily, even your black hole couldn't snatch it away.
Did you communicate to each other at all? I remember it, vaguely, open smiles on blank faces, mirror reflections. Which face is which? Truth, Falseness, lies? They're all the same, the same then. On on the other and overlaying and jockeying back and forth, mixing and colliding, dust, dust flying --no. No, you must not have spoken to each other at all. But you did. I'm sure you did. The extended rings alighted on you, then flitted away. And you left my star and I to peace.
A black hole. Taking, draining. What more to give? Drowned in the darkness already, I am; sunk too far, the pull...pull on my very life force.
My silence, perhaps. That is all I have to give.
After all, I still have my blissfully ignorant star. So bright, so deceivingly bright, so fleeting, and so cold. Such false warmth. Was I ever warm? No, not me.
Clear now. Clear to me. The dust from his trail is gone.
Sun, meteor, comet... I dare say no more.
Revolving. I'll just keep revolving.
"Yah Hankyung, what are you looking at?" Heechul's annoyed expression suddenly filled my entire vision. I started. "Nothing, just admiring your earrings. You're so odd, a boy wearing such pretty earrings, you know."
Heechul merely snorted and took that as a compliment, for there was certainly no other boy in our entire school with such a force of personality as he. The earrings glinted, each five points of the object reflecting the garish bitter light of the hallway before we walked outside and the entire star was set ablaze by the warm sun. For a fleeting moment the sun's warmth almost reached me...
As the door closed behind me I heard someone call "Choi Siwon!!"
The black hole pulsed again.
EPIC FAILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL.
THIS KIND OF MAKES NO SENSE, GUYS. I'm kind of glad it doesn't.
Feel free to start chucking bricks at me :D
bouncy
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